Do not go gently into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
I got a text from my ex today. He's got a talent for picking a bad time to show up. My day wasn't going all that well, and I was thinking about Mollie. My immediate reaction was anger. "What do you care? You left, remember?" Then my two thoughts collided. If he had not left, Mollie and I would not be so close, and we definitely wouldn't be so open with each other. She might not have felt free to be open with me about the miscarriage. Just a thought.