You Blinked, Didn't You?
It's almost like everything I wrote was a lie. Elizabeth is no longer pregnant. She went to the doctor, after some spotting, only to find that she was not peeing positive anymore. In just a matter of a few days, it was all over.
I felt so bad for the girl. She'd just gotten to the place where she was working out being happy about the future, being strong, and she now feels like it was for nothing. I mean, if we'd just waited a bit more she never would have had to tell her parents that she was pregnant.
I suppose, in the end, that the experience was good for her and, over time, she'll heal and be stronger, smarter, for it, but I can't be sure. I want good things for the people around me. It seems harder, and harder, for that to happen.
So, now I have an emo 21 year old on my hands and I'm trying to be sympathetic without losing my patience. She was pregnant for a week. It wasn't the end of the world. She's just so torn up about something that, ultimately, was going to be a hardship for her. She doesn't even have a boyfriend, for crying out loud. Geesh.
I heard from Mom. She made it to Alabama, but only after her engine seized, she wrecked her rental car, and had to drive a second rental car the rest of the way there. I'm pretty sure that our much needed respite will be over and she'll be home too soon.
And she won't have a car and I'll have to be looking at her face for months and months without a break.
The idea of it makes me very twitchy. I wish I could freeze things as they are right now, just sort of crappy, and not actually deal with the impending doom I know is heading my way.
I felt so bad for the girl. She'd just gotten to the place where she was working out being happy about the future, being strong, and she now feels like it was for nothing. I mean, if we'd just waited a bit more she never would have had to tell her parents that she was pregnant.
I suppose, in the end, that the experience was good for her and, over time, she'll heal and be stronger, smarter, for it, but I can't be sure. I want good things for the people around me. It seems harder, and harder, for that to happen.
So, now I have an emo 21 year old on my hands and I'm trying to be sympathetic without losing my patience. She was pregnant for a week. It wasn't the end of the world. She's just so torn up about something that, ultimately, was going to be a hardship for her. She doesn't even have a boyfriend, for crying out loud. Geesh.
I heard from Mom. She made it to Alabama, but only after her engine seized, she wrecked her rental car, and had to drive a second rental car the rest of the way there. I'm pretty sure that our much needed respite will be over and she'll be home too soon.
And she won't have a car and I'll have to be looking at her face for months and months without a break.
The idea of it makes me very twitchy. I wish I could freeze things as they are right now, just sort of crappy, and not actually deal with the impending doom I know is heading my way.
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