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My dining room is in the front of my house so when I sit at the table and eat my meals I get to see all that goes on outside...There is a couple that the girl lives on one end of my street and the guy lives on the other end so all day long since the end of summer I see them walking up and down the road watching her belly grow and grow and grow. The hardest things for me is that they have been known substance abusers. It also irked me that it seems either one of them does not have a job since all they do is walk up and down the street all day. I was taking a walk the other day with c and Elvis when they walked passed us the guy smoking( I guess the positive is she wasn't?) and I really wanted to tell them to cherish every moment when their baby is born that they are very lucky but I just kept walking. The other day I am driving home and on the guy's house I see big ol' blue balloon reading, "It's a boy!" The urge to stop my car, get out and pop that damn balloon was very strong...luckily C was in the car to keep my sanity in check. I really did not need to know what gender the baby was but now I know and the unfairness is there in my head.
I really try hard not to judge but I really hate that I did everything right and took care of myself yet my little boy never got his balloon on the mailbox or got to come home and ontop of that I get to see them in the near future probably pushing their new little boy up down the street all day.
Yeah for frigid temperatures keeping everyone inside.
This is the hardest thing for mother who's arms are empty. You see how precious life is but others don't. The other day when I saw a mother smoking in her car with an infant in the back I wanted to honk my horn and tell her off. Why do these people have babies to bring home and those who did everything right don't have babies to hold? It is something we may never understand.
Melissa is right. This is one of the hardest things for a bereaved mother to have to see. It is still hard for me at times and it has been over 5 years since Ari died. I hope for the sake of their new baby and for your sanity that they both realize what a precious gift they have been given and they change their lifestyle. I also wouldn't judge you one bit if your snuck over there in the middle of the night with a pair of scissors. :)
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