Love is like π.|Natural, irrational, and very important.

After Bear left, I was pretty depressed. His being here reminded me of all the things I so desperately missed about him. And while I was certainly glad to have him, the fallout was more intense than I had prepared myself for.

I was thinking about this a lot today because I had been having some symptoms of pregnancy, and while the pee-stick told me I was not, it brought up some stuff. I love kids. I love my own kid. I want more kids. But Badr and I are not at a point, financially, where having kids makes any kind of sense. I was still so sad when I got the – instead of the +.

I used to pride myself on being a good mother. It was one of the few things in my life, I would say to myself, that I had done right. Now that illusion is quite shattered, and while I really was a good mother for the first few years of Bear’s life, I certainly let him down in the end. I couldn’t even pull myself together enough to get to his 6th birthday party. I think that will haunt me forever, along with all the innumerable other missed school pick-ups, weekend get-togethers, etc. Not to mention I had my head stuck so far up my own ass I wasn’t even there emotionally.

It’s hard, sometimes, to come to grips with that. I abandoned my own child for my own selfish reasons, and while his father certainly picked up all the slack admirably, it left behind a huge scar, on my heart and his. I had THE TALK with him, explaining what had happened, and where I was for all those nights and months and years, and he handled it really well. I’m not sure how much of it really sank in, though, and I know it is a talk I will repeat probably more than once in the future.

It’s just… how do you make up for that?

And the answer is, of course, you can’t. And that’s hard for me to accept sometimes. I want to feel that if I am good, and do the right thing, and “act right”, somehow it will all disappear. But I know it won’t, and that makes me very, very sad.