When your child leaves. It is a dark gray, soggy wool sock in the mouth fishing twine and electrial tape around your insides type of feeling. I, needless to say, don’t like it.
My heart is a little bit broken right now, and I have a nice tall glass of “feeling nothing” in front of me. It isn’t working. I’m no Auntie Mame.
Tim and I will try again. We will also stay in contact with Paul. For him, and for us.
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So they wont let you adopt him?