Writing 101: Serially Lost
For today’s Writing 101 assignment I am re-blogging my original post from the June session of Writing 101. In June, I did not write the second or third post in the series. Couldn’t figure out a way to make it work; will try again this time around.
Sitting in the cold sterile hospital room waiting for my doctor to come speak to me, I remember the night you were conceived. Your father and I had recently reconciled.
Your grandfather had passed away suddenly of a massive heart attack four months earlier. The night before Papa’s funeral, your Dad, who has never handled stress or loss very well, announced he was leaving me after the funeral. The sudden death of his Dad was telling him that there was something wrong with his life and we weren’t meant to be together.
Don’t try to make sense of that. I lived through it and I don’t completely understand his thought process. At this point, four years into our relationship, I knew that when your Dad was upset the best thing I could do was assure him that I was there if he needed me and give him space. Hovering and…
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