I love coming away from a conversation with someone, and you know, absolutely know, that they understand where you are coming from. They aren't trying to understand. They understand.
They get that living in a house that was your husband's home with his first wife is not easy.
That some days you want to cry from the frustration. Or scream.
That this house is not truly home.
They get that setting aside the desire to have a baby right now, is heartbreaking. Why set it aside? Because having a baby in another woman's home just feels too overwhelming.
This house was their dream, their future.
For now, it makes me happy to know that there are people who understand, who don't tell me how I should or shouldn't feel.
There is contentment. And, yes, some days there is frustration.
But there is hope for us.
Someday it will be our home, our dream, and our future.
1 comments:
I'm sorry for your frustrations. I hope your someday comes soon.
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