When does life start getting fun again?
We break down in Utah, have to get a new vehicle, I find out that my commission at the new office didn't start until June, so we're a month behind on the big down payment on the van. then van then breaks down and I have to come up with an additional $500 to fix THAT rather than take it to Bob to have it taken care of.
Trent shows up in Portland needing a place, and I'm not going to leave him out in the cold, so I let him in....I love my boy, but it can't go on, which brings up the worst moment of our lives...
I've mentioned before that Mary gave up her daughter, Katrina, for adoption when she was born at the pressuring of her piece of shit ex husband. Luckily, she went to her paternal grandparents, who have given her a loving life, made sure that she was aware of her birth mother.
We got regular pictures and letters, and were going to ask Donna (her adoptive mother) permission to have Katrina stay with us next summer for a week or so, go to the beach, and connect in a tangible way in her life. She was always so proud of having 2 mommies, and would brag about it to anyone that would listen.
On Tuesday June 21st Katrinas older brother took her and her cousin to the library. While the kids were inside he decided that having a couple of drinks to pass the time would be a good idea. This, combined with a nasty microstorm on the way home equaled a totaled car and 2 children, one 9 and the other 10, being killed because he couldn’t wait to have a drink.
With my 3 days weekend I was able to spend the last week and a half at home with Mary, and I’m glad I was there, even to just hold her while the tears came. I’ve never felt so completely powerless in my life and wish that there was SOMETHING that I could do, anything to take the pain away, to give her back her little girl, to do something other than just sit there and remind her that it’s okay to cry, that there’s nothing wrong with grieving for Katrina.
I’ve redoubled my efforts to get us to DragonCon, I need to give us something to look forward to, something in routine that we can use to try and ….I want to be able to do something, anything, and seeing our Con family would help so much.
Trent shows up in Portland needing a place, and I'm not going to leave him out in the cold, so I let him in....I love my boy, but it can't go on, which brings up the worst moment of our lives...
I've mentioned before that Mary gave up her daughter, Katrina, for adoption when she was born at the pressuring of her piece of shit ex husband. Luckily, she went to her paternal grandparents, who have given her a loving life, made sure that she was aware of her birth mother.
We got regular pictures and letters, and were going to ask Donna (her adoptive mother) permission to have Katrina stay with us next summer for a week or so, go to the beach, and connect in a tangible way in her life. She was always so proud of having 2 mommies, and would brag about it to anyone that would listen.
On Tuesday June 21st Katrinas older brother took her and her cousin to the library. While the kids were inside he decided that having a couple of drinks to pass the time would be a good idea. This, combined with a nasty microstorm on the way home equaled a totaled car and 2 children, one 9 and the other 10, being killed because he couldn’t wait to have a drink.
With my 3 days weekend I was able to spend the last week and a half at home with Mary, and I’m glad I was there, even to just hold her while the tears came. I’ve never felt so completely powerless in my life and wish that there was SOMETHING that I could do, anything to take the pain away, to give her back her little girl, to do something other than just sit there and remind her that it’s okay to cry, that there’s nothing wrong with grieving for Katrina.
I’ve redoubled my efforts to get us to DragonCon, I need to give us something to look forward to, something in routine that we can use to try and ….I want to be able to do something, anything, and seeing our Con family would help so much.