Happy Miscarriage to Me

I have finally realized why I've been so grumpy all week. Eighteen years ago this week, I miscarried my first child.

In the years since, I have learned to deal with it. Actually, I learned very quickly that I was the ONLY one whose life changed as a result. I guess that happens when GOD speaks to you. Exactly what GOD said is the topic for another day.

Today I just want to take a moment and remember.

I remember the pain. Physical. Emotional.

I remember the surgery. I was terrified, but I knew this was to help protect my fertility.

I also remember waking up and being asked, “So, when can you fuck again?”

Gee, the baby died and you cared so much. Is there any wonder I only refer to you as The Jerk these days?

Happy Anniversary, Jerk. Your first child died today. Some how I doubt you remembered.