better angels

A month after I got married, A (the ex-SO and father to my lost babies) also got married.  She is 17 years younger than him and in the prime of childbearing life.  And yesterday afternoon A emailed me to say that his son was born at the weekend.

I am completely happy with my life as it is now, I wouldn't change S for anything and being childless no longer bears the same sharp pain as it used to.  And I am happy that A has got everything he ever wanted.

But oh, reader, how I am struggling with how to word my congratulatory email to A.  Because deep, deep inside I can't help but think "it isn't fair".  I want my better angels to surface and take hold but they appear to be AWOL...

cobwebs

I am dusting the cobwebs off this blog with a couple of catch-up posts.  

Last year was full of incident, some incredibly brilliant and some not so much.  There was illness, a wedding and a funeral.

This year has been more quiet so far (fingers crossed), mainly taken up with some travel and plans for the future.