I was sitting alone on the porch of a rented home, listening to the rain, focusing on the person we were gathered to celebrate.
She died last October of rare form of lung cancer, never smoked a day in her life...
and would have been 47 years old this day.
My step Mother in law comes up and sits down in the chair next to mine. My SIL follows her and leans against a handrail on the porch facing me.
" The Barrens' father and I have kept quiet about how so disappointed we are that you and the Barren didn't adopt. You know we think you would be AMAZING parents....it is just too bad. You know you still can. I have a friend that runs an agency in San Francisco"
I turn to my SIL (The Barrens sister) who has now consumed over a bottle of cheap wine, her lips and teeth are stained purple. She begins to sob: " Have you two ever thought of having someone else carry your baby? It was so easy for me, I feel so badly that it was so easy for me and so hard for you"
I took a xanax after we got back to the hotel, it felt like I had been punched over and over again.
That damn Barreness snuck into the party and used others as her puppets