Thursday, 11 June 2015

I wasn't angry, until......

People had said that it was normal after a miscarriage to feel angry, jealous and resentful of other fecund women.

I really hadn't!

I survived trips to the local shops at mother/bubba in pram peak hour. Though on balance I would have preferred not to see them, I did not dissolve into tears, and I even mustered a smile at some of them.

On that front, I was fine. I am putting some finishing touches on my chapters.I went to get some lunch.

I stopped and had a look at the magazines, and saw the botoxed mug of this person

SHE is fucking pregnant.

As you were.....


  1. My darling Cilla, I am so sorry I've been out of the loop, only just catching up now. I'm so sorry to hear this. My husband always reminds me that parenting is a marathon, not a sprint. You are an expert in marathons. I wish you all the best. xxxx