and you know what else...
I hate the idea that my family sees me now as someone from whom news has to be kept, or to whom news has to be broken gently.
posted by Muddystingbee @ 9:44 AM
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Life After...
My son, Joseph, died on May 26, 2005 after one hour on earth. This blog helped me sort through my feelings and prepare for his sister, Eleanor Grace, born in July 2006. Here's the ongoing saga of learning to parent after a loss.
Friday, September 16, 2005
About Me
- Name: Muddystingbee
- Location: Northern VA, United States
Bobby: rhythm guitar, vocals
Ed: keyboards
Frank: bass
Greg: drums
John: lead guitar, vocals
Tricia: vocals, percussion
3 Comments:
Yeah. A week or two ago my mom called my husband specifically to break the news of my cousin's wife's pregnancy - not to ME, mind you, but to HIM. She has no idea how much it hurt him.
My family doesn't even ask me how we are anymore. It sucks they wait for me to tell them and don't want to "hurt me" by asking.
It hurts more that they never ask.
I agree. One of my friends goes through my husband to "break" the news to us about baby related things now. It hurts that even a close friend doesn't feel like she can talk to me.
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