Wednesday, January 22, 2014

That Day

Today is that day. 

The day where I can't watch the news because if I see a story about a parent abusing their child I will want to go find them.

The day where if you're walking around with your baby bump or your kid, I hate you. 

Because it may not have been easy for you, but right now, it was easier for you then it is for me and I'm angry. 

I'm angry that bad people get to have children and mistreat them. I'm angry that teenagers get to make them on accident. I'm angry that people make them and then don't want them. I'm angry at everything. 

Appointments have been made. We need answers. This is too hard every month to continue to live through. I can't keep doing it. I feel like I'm being gutted every month. It's a monthly reminder that I'm not enough. It's a monthly reminder that other people are able to do it all the time. Look at everyone announcing kid number 70. 

Fuck all of them. 

Even though I know most are good people, I hate them anyway. No one is off limits today. 

Tomorrow will be different. 

But not today, friends. Not today. 

As always, it's hip to be square, kids.

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