Some nights are harder than others.
I would be a liar if I told you I never hurt, I never cry, I never miss, or that I never wish things were different.
Some days I don't want to do anything but lay in bed and cry.
Some days I long for that sweet little girl in my arms.
Some days I completely loose it.
And that's okay.
Even almost four years later my heart still aches in its own way.
1 comment:
The pain is on both sides. It's very hard for a person to understand how their own mother can leave them, no matter how she explains. It's just the way the evil that is adoption works. A lifetime of pain for mother and child.
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