Well, I was angry. I was bitter. After we got Nate's diagnosis, I couldn't look at other kids. It just depressed me. I pulled away from my best friend from high school. She had two typical boys and I didn't. We had been college roommates and in each other's weddings, but I couldn't talk to her. I wanted what she had so badly, that it made me ashamed of myself. It also made me feel like such a failure. Why couldn't I produce a typical child? What did I do wrong?
My friend and I have recently reconnected and had dinner a few weeks ago. We talked about my feelings and she told me that she understood why I had to pull away. She knew that I just needed time. I'm getting there. I like to hear stories about her boys.....their accomplishments, but I still get a pang. At least now I know that that's ok.
This scene is fabulous. You can feel Amelia's pain and hurt for her. I admire her strength and honesty.
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