A Message To My Fellow Bereaved Moms
also
How I Really Feel
And now this stupid weekend is upon us and there is nothing to do but ride this shit until it's over. You're going to keep breathing, whether you want to or not. You're going to hate everyone, whether you want to or not. You're going to grit your teeth at the asinine things people say to you and the cacophony of #blesseds that will find you no matter how well you insulate and isolate yourself from the world. They're like an airborne illness born of humblebrags. Your entire consolation will come from you. It is the love that bleeds out of you, yes, still, for your precious child. They were real. They were here. Their life mattered. Of course you feel slighted on this weekend of mothers. You were slighted. So when your pain feels like rage and pettiness and you want to punch someone in the face, know that I stand with you. Together we will keep our keep our hands to ourselves. Happy Effing Mother's Day.
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