Start with the first part. I only want to kiss Brock. We packed our bags, and began the journey home. I was anxious. Incredibly nervous. It had only been a few weeks, but I was going home to Brock with a willingness in my heart that I hadn’t had before. I was so scared that I would see him,… Read More
History of Me: Part Twenty-Five
Start over. Fuck. I was pregnant. Fuck, fuck, fuck. My brain started spiraling out of control. I was leaving. I wanted to leave. I was done with this marriage, done with this man. WHAT THE HELL WERE WE THINKING?? Fuck. My thought process was unhelpful. I did not want to be pregnant. I didn’t want to be a single… Read More
Another Evaluation.
Ronan had a follow-up evaluation yesterday. It has been 6 months since his first evaluation, and the county department wanted to find out if we’d been seeing progress with his speech therapy. Ronan gets therapy twice a week, which is relatively unheard of, and what they really wanted was to find a reason to bring him down to one session… Read More
Evaluation.
I have been a terrible blogger. So much has been going on in our lives that I haven’t blogged about, I feel like beginning again is like starting to read a book in the middle – you have no idea what happened previously. But instead of catching you all up, I’m just going to dive in with NOW. Yesterday, Ronan… Read More