As some of you know, I had a stillborn son between my big guy and my daughter. He would have been 16 years old on August 25th if some fuckwit of a doctor took me serious when I first told him that something was wrong. I can't seem to let go of the pure red hot hatred I have for that doctor.
This is when it gets confusing and it seems I'm on a roller coast of emotions. My little guy will be 12 on August 24th. Yes, the day before his brothers' birthday. My daughter will be 15 on Sept. 1 which is the date of my son's funeral.
My husband and I haven't told our children about their brother yet, but if they snooped around, I'm sure they found information about him. However, they haven't asked me about it, which is good since I still burst into tears when dealing with it. My husband has even hid the funeral information and the things the hospital gave us, so his wife wouldn't burst into tears.
My husband hates when I cry and he can't fix it. When I cry, he wants to fix the problem for me. I rarely cry, so when I do it's for a damn good reason.
Now, I get people who do remember what happened telling me I should be grateful for the children I do have. I have NEVER said I was not grateful for them. I'm extremely grateful for the three of them and love them with every fiber of my being. That does not mean I can't miss the one I don't have. The one I didn't hold his hand to cross the street. I heard enough stupid crap when he died, I DO NOT WANT TO HEAR THEM NOW 16 YEARS LATER!! I can not just forget, so please for all that is Holy realize I will always grieve his death.
This is when it gets confusing and it seems I'm on a roller coast of emotions. My little guy will be 12 on August 24th. Yes, the day before his brothers' birthday. My daughter will be 15 on Sept. 1 which is the date of my son's funeral.
My husband and I haven't told our children about their brother yet, but if they snooped around, I'm sure they found information about him. However, they haven't asked me about it, which is good since I still burst into tears when dealing with it. My husband has even hid the funeral information and the things the hospital gave us, so his wife wouldn't burst into tears.
My husband hates when I cry and he can't fix it. When I cry, he wants to fix the problem for me. I rarely cry, so when I do it's for a damn good reason.
Now, I get people who do remember what happened telling me I should be grateful for the children I do have. I have NEVER said I was not grateful for them. I'm extremely grateful for the three of them and love them with every fiber of my being. That does not mean I can't miss the one I don't have. The one I didn't hold his hand to cross the street. I heard enough stupid crap when he died, I DO NOT WANT TO HEAR THEM NOW 16 YEARS LATER!! I can not just forget, so please for all that is Holy realize I will always grieve his death.
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