Got a wake up call early this morning from my dad. He called to tell us the church was having a family day and that we should come. I asked what time and he said 11. So I figured it was harmless enough we'll go. We went for 11 and realized that it wasn't starting yet that 11 was a service (sneaky dad). We left signed B up for swim lessons, got an oil change in the car and went back. The weather ended up be pretty crummy so most of the stuff was moved inside.
We walked around had some lunch saw 4 people that we know that didn't notice us I guess (one of which is a fellow blm with her brand new rainbow, born just over a year after her loss. The other was the parish nurse that was contacting us). Saw several new babies and tons of happy families....and us....we were completely on our own. Alone in a huge crowd.
I don't want to do it. I don't want to go back to a place that makes me feel uncomfortable and sad. I don't want willingly subject myself to pregnant bellies, new babies, and happy families. It's not the religion I am uncomfortable with it's the people.
Still waiting to O. OPK seems to be getting darker today. Hoping for a clearly positive OPK soon.
2 comments:
That sounds like a hard day. Hugs.
Dude, I hear ya. It's not the religion, but the people. It's actually the main place that provides constant triggers for me. Ugh. Why should I go if all I feel like is running out? And why should I feel bad and allow that to ruin my day?
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