Maria, love, I don't think those feelings are petty at all.
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Maria, what Strix said.
I'm sorry, Maria, that's so painful.
If it's okay, I'm still going to hold out hope that you become a parent because I think you'd be so very good at it. I think you have a lot of love that you could lavish on a child.
I'm sorry, Maria. I agree with Strix, your feelings aren't petty.
Oh Maria, your feelings are your feelings and they are real. And they aren't petty, but I do know that those feelings can make you feel that way. Any way you can find to lighten your burden is a good thing.
(((Maria))
{{Maria}} Your feelings are real and not petty.
If it's okay, I'm still going to hold out hope that you become a parent because I think you'd be so very good at it. I think you have a lot of love that you could lavish on a child.
I'd like to hold on to this hope for you, too.
And in news about periods in a different sort of way....
I had a dream last week that I was visiting my mom for Thanksgiving (which I never do). In the dream, I said something about how something was weird or off (I can't remember exactly). My mom responded with, "Well, that's to be expected since you're pregnant."
I immediately woke up in a cold sweat and started doing the math. I thought I was fine and it was just a dream, but you know how those things linger in your brain.
Yesterday, after 9th period, if someone had walked by the staff restroom, they might have heard a relieved, "Thank God!"
This is why the only thing I'm grateful for during this god-forsaken time of enforced cheer and gaity is my family and all of you.
Now that I have some time and distance, I'm also seeing how toxic our relationship was in certain respects. It makes me even sadder, because we both could have been happier. I miss him very much, but I'm realizing I started shutting the door on us even before he died. I think he did too, and neither one of us did anything about it.
Oh Maria, try to forgive yourself, no love is perfect.