Tonight, I should have…
Tonight, I should have been busy wrapping presents for my soon-to-be one year old boy. Tonight, I should have tucked my boy safely in his cot, having rocked him softly to sleep, having caressed his sweet cheeks and having kissed his sleepy eyes. Tonight, I should have stayed up late making sure the birthday cake is decorated, the cards are bought and the party venue is ready for him. Tonight, I should have counted my blessings up to two. A girl…and a boy…A gentleman’s family…My dream come true. Tonight, I should have gone to bed with dreams and hopes for a little boy who will grow into a reliable, loving and gentle young man. Instead… Instead, my house is quiet but my heart is in turmoil. Instead of running after an active nearly-one year old, I stare into empty space, desperate for someone little to fill my arms. Instead of making future plans, I make survival plans. Instead of cake and joy and silliness there is pain and loneliness and anger. Many of you, kind …