Sometimes, “raising” Dar is just that, with the air quotes. Sometimes, it’s fine. But sometimes, it seems very, very hopeless, like going through the motions for no good reason. Sometimes it feels like a loss that never ends. Sometimes, and I know this isn’t right, I envy people who simply lost their small baby within the first few years of its life. At least there was a resolution, sort of. What happens at our house, it never gets resolved and it usually feels like it never will.
And I’m sure reading this blog also feels like the same purgatory…a sort of unending dirge. Well, sorry, this situation wasn’t exactly our idea. Feel free to stop reading.
But if you’re still with me, sometimes it feels like this.
