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For 18 years I worried about this reunion
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<blockquote data-quote="ThreeShadows" data-source="post: 306075" data-attributes="member: 6370"><p>I wrote this in Dec.2006, after a particularly painful episode in which I "was the Enemy" to my adopted children:</p><p></p><p>Raising other people's children </p><p>Current mood: rejected</p><p>Category: Life </p><p> Well, in the early hours of this morning, I decided that in order to be really loved by your children you had to die when they are young, preferably pre-teens. That way they will always think of you as the comforting mother who tucked them in at night and made the monsters go away. If you die any later you become the monster who has to say NO to drugs, NO to staying out past curfew, NO to messing up your life.</p><p></p><p>I guess I missed my chance to die young-ish, so now I am the enemy. The children I have raised can imagine that their birthmothers are wonderful, loving beautiful young women who will never age, who never would have said NO to them because these three children are so wise they know it all.</p><p>I am grey from top to bottom and black in my heart.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="ThreeShadows, post: 306075, member: 6370"] I wrote this in Dec.2006, after a particularly painful episode in which I "was the Enemy" to my adopted children: Raising other people's children Current mood: rejected Category: Life Well, in the early hours of this morning, I decided that in order to be really loved by your children you had to die when they are young, preferably pre-teens. That way they will always think of you as the comforting mother who tucked them in at night and made the monsters go away. If you die any later you become the monster who has to say NO to drugs, NO to staying out past curfew, NO to messing up your life. I guess I missed my chance to die young-ish, so now I am the enemy. The children I have raised can imagine that their birthmothers are wonderful, loving beautiful young women who will never age, who never would have said NO to them because these three children are so wise they know it all. I am grey from top to bottom and black in my heart. [/QUOTE]
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