Well, to make a long story shorter I'm dealing with a family tradegy today, so although I'm supposed to be working, I'm not mentally prepared to do so. I figured I'd come here and sulk, but reading through the posts refreshed something that I had placed FAR, FAR out of my memory. . .
Prior to meeting my dh, I was in a 5 year relationship that was "unpleasant" to put it mildly. After suffering several losses (angels) he became obsessed with us having a child together, but one of the losses stands out for two reasons:
I passed the angel in the bathroom, and I must have been farther along because I still remember the way it looked and felt coming out.
When I woke him up to tell him what happened, he just looked at me and said "well, sometimes you have to break a few eggs to make an omlete."
I have never discussed these events, and for whatever reason, it feels good to release these supressed emotions now. I take pleasure in believing that God didn't want me to have a child with that horrible man, but I wonder if I've really gotten over those words, and if I ever will.
Thanks for listening