You know, for a long time I didn't write much on this blog about Snail, because I felt like an imposter. I read blogs about special needs kids, and I'd think, well, I'm not her MOTHER, just her stepmother. And that is pretty much meaningless, out there in normal world.
Well, ya know what, I don't live in normal world. I live here. I've been changing, feeding, bathing, holding, playing with, dressing, cleaning, and all sleeping next to listening for seizures, going to school, doctors, hospital, therapists, with this child for eight goddam years. You don't have to like it, or like me, I don't give a goddam shit about what you think of me as a person, but you have to respect that I'm a part of Snail's life. Period.
Deal with it.
2 comments:
Wow. Did someone say something? I always knew that you were Snail's stepmother and have marveled at your love and care for her --
Just an IRL situation, it's kinda constant but sometimes gets overwhelming. A vent always helps, though! lol
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