The moment that statement was uttered, I felt anger. All I could think of was "what the fuck?" and "what the hell are you trying to say?".
Rage and that bitter feeling of unjustice came on later. To the extent that the floodgates opened. Rage boileth over.
Ascertain what is going on before you accuse people of things and before you jump to a conclusion.
We all want the best for the girl. What gives you the right to say (no, shout) something like that to us? We're the parents. Do you think we would intentionally want to inflict suffering on her? I carried her inside me for 9-over months. I was cut open so that she could be brought into this world. What gives you the right to utter something like that to us?
I naively thought that sleep would bring me more calmness and that I could write off the incident as another silly thing in my little black book.
Hell no. It's 150am in the morning. I am awake and I am still feeling the anger and resentment. This is not good. This is not healthy. The floodgates have opened slightly again.
It's been a long time since my emotions have been stretched this way. A rubber band still has a limit to its elasticity.
God, I seriously implore you, grant me more patience, more peace, more calmness and more level-headed-ness to deal with all these.
Keeping my head above the water. Just barely. I hope I can remain calm enough to take care of the little girl and that she won't pick up too much on my (frazzled) emotions.
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