Submitted to I, Anonymous:
No one wishes you a Happy Mother’s Day when all your babies die before they are babies.
Not even the one who made the dead un-babies with you.
When the things you birth don’t have fingers and toes or a face like yours…they don’t count.
There is no Hallmark card for maybe next year.
Shattered hopes don’t warrant brunch.
A dream deferred doesn’t deserve breakfast in bed.
Not a mother, but not childless.
Just because I never knew it, doesn’t mean it didn’t have a name.
(A reminder to living children of living mothers: Mothers Day is this Sunday.)
FFS that was the most depressing thing I think I’ve ever read.
I’m going to go hang myself, now. Goodbye.
Someone needs some counseling, probably of the mental health kind.