2.37: Blah, Blah, Blah

Okay, my parents are driving me absolutely insane.


Almost as bad as they were after I broke up with that douchebag Diego.

Hell, maybe even worse.

I can’t go anywhere without getting the third degree.  Why the Hell do they care so much about where I go or what I do?

And my dad’s always trying to send me on some friggin’ guilt trip about the babies – not being around enough, not doing enough, blah, blah, blah.


Yeah, whatever. Until he’s pushed two human beings out of his body, he can’t say shit to me about being a mother, or knowing what’s best for my kids. I’m their mother. I know what’s best!

And what’s best for them, well… It’s definitely not me. I shouldn’t be around them. I’m no good for them. Doesn’t he see that?!

Of course he doesn’t. And neither does mãe.

Anyway, after my parents finished chewing me out tonight (for what, the 50th time?), I snuck into the nursery to check on my boys. I try to stay away as much as I can, but… sometimes I can’t resist.

Stefan was still sound asleep, but I could hear Tobias gurgling and squirming around the moment I walked through the door.

02-19-16_3-51-57 PM

I love just staring at them sometimes, y’know? They’re so precious. So perfect.

I still don’t understand how something so amazing could come from someone like me.

Maybe I never will.


19 thoughts on “2.37: Blah, Blah, Blah

  1. This is so sad!! Just be with your children 😦
    Sometimes kids are better off without their biological parents, but if they never get the chance it will always hurt. I mean they’re still babies… but ughhh

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.