Sometimes I want to come outside of this broken down little home I've made on the far side of Adoptionland, this house I've barricaded myself into so no one can get in, and more importantly, so my uncontrolled rage can't get out and do anymore harm.
Tag: post reunion
We will always seek ways to undo what was done; to mend that thread that was broken and now is tied back together but, like a poorly laced shoe, continues to come unraveled and needs constant attention.
Musings of a Birthmom: The Honest Ramblings of a First Mother 
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