Our journey together has been a great one. The time has come for us to part ways. It sadens my heart to have to do this. However, our relationship is no longer a healthy one.
In the beginning, you decided to start your monthly visit early as I was only ten years old. It was not what a tom boy wanted as you brought those big annoying boosoms with it. So, I hid our realtionship as much as possible. I was not ready for the boys I liked to climb tress with to know of your existance. They simply would not understand.
As a teenager, you were much kinder to me than what my friends had to endure with their's. You did not give me pain. You came on time and left on time. Thank you for that. You started growing fybroids that would later cause me much pain though.
Then as a young adult, we went through four pregnancies together. Though two were not sucessful, I do not hold you to blame for that. Those little angels were not ready for this crazy world. You gave me two wonderful babies still who didn't want to leave you and decided to stay with you for a extra two weeks before the doctors evicted them.
My fibroids attached to you and grew and grew and grew. They seemed awfully attached to you but were very mean to me. One almost caused my death at my older son's birth. You stood strong and we made it through that.
After my daughter's birth, the doctors wanted you to leave in case you became dangerous for me again. My friend, a nurse parctitioner said I was too young to let you go. She must of known your work was still not done.
Late in my thirties, your womb would be needed again to help us grow one last child that would complete our family. You did good even though we both had some age on us. What a wonderful little miracle came. Three children in all were able to grow within you. Do not think that I will ever forget this.
Now, as I am in my forties, it is time for you to rest. We are no longer in a good place together. The fibroids are making you sick and in turn making me sick. I must let you go. Thank you for the good times and even the bad. So long. Farewell.
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