The emotions that surge through me are so powerful, I can’t stay seated any longer. I cycle through them quickly, pissed that she’s kept this from me, scared because what the fuck, relieved because one of my biggest regrets doesn’t have to be regretted anymore, and some other emotion that feels positive, but I’m hesitant to label it as joy or happiness over this news.
I’m sorry, but it is one of the shittiest things in the world to keep the news of somebody’s child from them. You have to be a terrible person to be okay with that. The only reason that would be acceptable is if they could be a harm to you or your child. How can she be okay with this? The guilt would eat me alive. It hurts your kid.
