I had this whole, long story about my life that I was going to post, all about the upset and mess and unfairness of it all. But I decided to simply stick to the issue at hand, however self-indulgent it is.
It was 1982, smack in the middle of every emotionally-battering event possible, when I got pregnant. Sometimes I think that even one kind comment from my dad might have changed everything, but that was not forthcoming. Besides, so many other factors were working against me.
It was what it was.
And now, 32 years later, I sit with feelings that have no name.
Happy Birthday, Lindsey