I forgot. I think that is all I can really say about it. Or maybe that is all I am willing to remember about it. I forgot what it felt like to hurt on the inside. I forgot to remember not wanting that kind of pain again. But luckily for me, today, I do not have to rely on memory.
Today, officially, I became a single parent.
For the second time.
Again.
I am sitting in my now, one-month-old son’s hospital room waiting to find out when they will release him. This morning I managed to force out a few tears as I realized that again I had forgotten. My memory is a mysterious thing these days.