So maybe this will now be just my venting spot. My WTF generator. My send it out into cyberspace and see what happens place.
I re-read my last post and actually laughed my ass off. Well, maybe not as I see my giant ass is still in tact (too bad) but I had a pretty hefty chuckle.
My daughter was eventually diagnosed with Reactive Attachment Disorder. Thus my concerns about her quick transition appear to be well placed, eh? Score one for paranoid intuition!!!
It has been a long battle. LOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGG. And after each battle is won, another surfaces, and thus the war between mother and child control wages on. and on. and on.
Therapy now completed, we are in a MUCH better place. Mostly. There are still days when I doubt my ability, wonder if I am doing the right thing even BEING a mother. Boy that infertility baggage does cling, doesn't it?
We finalized our adoption last January and had a big fat party! Why not? We went through A LOT to get our kids and needed some celebration with our friends and family.
Now we're approaching the one year anniversary and my children are expecting another big fat party. Well kids, get ready for a big fat disappointment! From now on, it's just family day. Suck it up, deal with it, we love you dammit!
Now that I've ranted a wee bit, I'm feeling a bit silly. Knowing I am the only one likely to read this little ditty makes me feel like I can say anything, but also wonder what's the f-ing point? Just another one of my great cannundrums.