For the love of puppies.
I am having a sorta melancholy morning, triggered by finding out one of Dave’s best female friends for years is getting married today, and realizing we were not invited, and she was at our wedding. She stopped talking to us after Evan died, never called again, not once, not to say sorry, man that sucks, Dave I hope you will be ok..nothing, never heard from her again. So this all just made me sad.
Also realizing all the people who stopped talking to me when Evan died, and the people who continue to do so when I tell them I have a baby that died. Feeling sad that day after day I am forced (well not forced, but if I want to avoid drama) to pretend this is my first. Oh wow, first baby, what a blessing. Growl. I have told a couple of people this is actually my second, the first died in labour. 1 women I was emailing that I met through work, stopped speaking to me, seriously, I answered her email that this one was bittersweet b/c of Evan and he died in labour and I expected her to be all "Oh Jaime, I had no idea, so sorry". Instead, 1 month later I have never heard from her again.
I don’t have time for people like that. So this morning, when I found out via facebook about the aforementioned wedding, I felt sad and it brought alot of crap up to the surface and I was laying in bed bawling. Oliver slowly creeped up from my feet to my face and started licking my cheek hahaha, I couldn’t beleive him, I started laughing and thanked him profusely for being such a wonderful loving little fur-person.
i am so happy he blessed us with his existance.