Me too…
One of the trials that have come since Hub’s death (both figuratively and literally) is trying to maintain a relationship with my 9 year old step-daughter. Her mother has taken the position that I should have no contact with her going so far as to lie, gather friends who will lie for her to create stories in the hope that I will never have contact with her again.
I came into Girly’s life only a few months after she turned two. Hubs and I made it a point to get to know each other for a few weeks first before we got all blendy-blendy with our children. Once we did, I came to love her as if I had given birth to her myself.
2005
She is a wonderfully smart and funny girl. She is a girl through and through and I was so looking forward to watching her grow up into a beautiful young woman. The thought of not seeing her and being part of her life, it’s almost like Hubs has died all over again.
She has a friend (one of my bestie’s daughters) who came up to me at church last weekend and said, “I miss your daughter.”
2010
All I could say was “Me too, me too.”
