Years and experiences have taught me that if someone is wearing rose-colored glasses, they're completely unaware of it. It's like one night while they were sleeping, someone slipped them on and they didn't realize it when they woke up. They just continued on with their life, not realizing that if they took off the glasses, not everything looks rosy any more. No one can tell them that they're wearing the glasses. They have to realize they have them on and make a conscious decision to take them off. It's like Bruce Willis in the Sixth Sense. The glasses show them only the world they're willing to accept.
Showing posts with label loss. Show all posts
Showing posts with label loss. Show all posts
Thursday, 2 July 2015
Thursday, 16 April 2015
My Journey to Motherhood
I had two miscarriages with my ex prior to my pregnancy with my eldest. I spent a lot of the pregnancy trying to do things I hadn't done in the previous two. I somehow got it into my head that I'd done something "wrong" that caused the miscarriages. Logically, I was aware that one out of every three pregnancies just doesn't work out, but I still felt that there was some component of "luck" or something else I couldn't quite put my finger on...
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children of divorce,
Divorce,
loss,
marriage,
miscarriage,
pregnancy
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