posted by K | filed under Adoption, Misfortune | 6 Comments

Bought two pairs of shoes. Ate fried chicken, waffle fries, and a Chik-fil-A milkshake. The cashier’s name at Chik-Fil-A was Greg. Of course it was. Could it have been anything else? Threw up milkshake because head hurt so bad from crying. Slept 12 hours. It is morning, and life still sucks. I am numb and [...]

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G’s father will not be signing the papers. Today he had a visit scheduled with G and served J papers saying he is suing her for custody of G. His timing could not be worse for deciding to give a shit. I don’t know what to do with myself. I am wandering around the house [...]

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The waiting is still dragging on. G’s father is convinced J is trying to bamboozle him in some way, that she is getting paid for placing G with us, and that her one goal in life is trying to bankrupt him, which doesn’t make a lot of sense considering giving up his rights to G [...]

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We still haven’t had a definite answer from G’s dad, but things are looking promising. G’s mom spoke with him and answered all his questions, and he said it all sounded good. I think he is probably just overwhelmed and taken aback and needs a little time to process this. So we are still cautiously [...]

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Last week I said I had a feeling something good was about to happen. After the emotionally tumultuous prior three weeks, I felt a sudden calm about it all. I listened to happy songs on my iPod instead of lingering on the depressing ones. I stopped subjecting D to tearful, woe-is-me rants. I realized one [...]

posted by K | filed under Adoption, Family, Infertility, Misfortune | 4 Comments

Thursday, August 27 was a significant day here. A few minutes before 6 p.m., D’s beloved Uncle Ronnie died. Two hours later, my teenage cousin’s baby was born, a baby that could’ve been ours but probably won’t be. It was a long, sad, complicated weekend to end a long, sad, complicated month. Uncle Ronnie’s funeral [...]

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