It’s been a long time.
A long, long time.
You’ve been patient with me, while I’ve been catty with you.
It’s hard to explain to a 3 year old what a miscarriage is.
Or even think it’s appropriate for them to know.
Mummy had a baby in her tummy and then the baby died.
So mummy is sad.
Daddy is in struggle town as he assesses our drained finances.
Contemplating whether to sell the apartment or get a loan.
Mummy and Daddy can’t be there for each other, like they usually are.
Because some major shit went down.
Is that how it goes?
And I know. The ship will turn. The winds will change. The sun will shine.
But maybe one day.
When you’re going through some shit of your own.
You come here.
You read this.
And you trust.
You’ll make it through.
Just like us.