So, I've been off the blog wagon for a bit. Life gets a little crazy sometimes! I have found that keeping busy... with work, home, life... helps to keeps the mind off of the pain of childlessness. But there are always the zingers. My sister made a comment the other day that I should be glad I don't have children instead of a troubled, estranged one. MY SISTER! Nice huh? Part of me want to go off on a rant about how my child wouldn't be so troubled or estranged, because I'd have been a better mother than she. But I didn't say anything. I doesn't do any good. I'd get more empathy from my cats or dog than from any of my family members when it comes to my childlessness. It would be nice to be able to open up and have a real heart to heart, but that just isn't a possibility. So those comments get no response from me. None. Instead, I suffer in silence. I hear from friends about the births of children and grandchildren. But, I try to avoid all the online posts about the milestones they reach. They only serve as a reminder of what I'm missing out on.
Busy is good. Busy is a distraction.