If open adoption is akin to marriage, then this is that day you look at your spouse and can't understand why he still chews so loudly when he KNOWS it drives you nuts. So you make up an excuse to leave the house because you just can't take it anymore, but you're pissed because why do YOU have to be the one to leave when it's HIS fault for being raised in a barn? How are you going to get through fifty more years of this if he can't close his damn mouth already?
You want to rip the speck out of his eye already but you don't because you're having trouble getting past the log in your own.
Underneath it all you still love him beyond words.
K and her mom came over tonight. It went fine, on the surface at least. But it left me feeling sucked dry.
I hesitated to post this. But if I'm not honest about this, then what is the point?
We'll talk later. I'm going to curl up on the couch with some red vines.