So that man (you know? My husband) I was willing to shoot and divorce just a couple of days ago must be an angel. Despite my foaming at the mouth rants, he stayed calm, stayed by my side and just let me be.
He fed me, tried to comfort me and did I mention he fed me?
I was mean. I would not kiss him, hug him nor let him hold my hand. But he didn't stop trying.
Hello a$$hole party of one (that would be me!)
When I went to work on Friday he wrote me a love letter and had flowers waiting for me.
When I got off work, he gave me another surprise. He flew in my Mom!! That's right. He brought out the big guns. I can't act an a$$ in my Mom's presence.
I should also add that hours before, I cried, no. I sobbed into the phone while talking to my mom because I didn't think I could make it through my work day. She didn't tell me she was coming to see me. Sneaky lady:-)
Seeing Mommy made all things better (well as better as you can feel with the knowledge that your body killed the twins). However, I felt guilty because she left my Father on Father's Day weekend to be with me. Oops!
And get this: Witch doctor even sent an email that tugged at my heart strings, but whatever.
Anyway, I'm writing all this to say that I no longer want to kill and inflict pain. I still think IVF is for suckers and I'm sucker #1, but so what:-)