Saturday, May 18, 2002

 
the helper at my husband's grandpa's house was telling us to have children today.
I really ought to have put her in her place (I'd never met her before) by running crying from the room or similar. but we're all too polite and nice, aren't we.
unbelievably rude and presumptuous, I thought. and in front of my mother in law, too.
feels like soon we'll have to explain to her that yes, we are trying
but I don't need sympathy. never been good at being comforted by anyone other than my chosen confidante for the problem at hand.

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