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It had been a week since she'd found out about what had happened.
Bridget had spent most of it in her room, alternating between feeling guilty, crying, thinking she was being stupid for crying, then crying again. To be perfectly honest, it was a horrible cycle that was only interrupted by the frequent need to whiz. Not even the sudden arrival of a brand new crib in her room had done much to cheer her.
It was only today that she'd come out of her room for more than a few minutes, hazarding the rec room for something to read. She'd even missed the funeral. Truthfully, Bridget was extremely tired of sitting around and reading; It was the same bloody thing she'd been doing for months now, but at least she wasn't confined to her room with her face pathetically smashed against her pillow.
It seemed that every time she started to find a little bit of happiness, things decided to go spectacularly to shit.
Story of my life.
[ooc: She's still a little down, but feel free to tag! Late tags also welcome! The countdown til baby has begun!]
Bridget had spent most of it in her room, alternating between feeling guilty, crying, thinking she was being stupid for crying, then crying again. To be perfectly honest, it was a horrible cycle that was only interrupted by the frequent need to whiz. Not even the sudden arrival of a brand new crib in her room had done much to cheer her.
It was only today that she'd come out of her room for more than a few minutes, hazarding the rec room for something to read. She'd even missed the funeral. Truthfully, Bridget was extremely tired of sitting around and reading; It was the same bloody thing she'd been doing for months now, but at least she wasn't confined to her room with her face pathetically smashed against her pillow.
It seemed that every time she started to find a little bit of happiness, things decided to go spectacularly to shit.
Story of my life.
[ooc: She's still a little down, but feel free to tag! Late tags also welcome! The countdown til baby has begun!]