Wenchy 9/365

I was able to spend a few hours with Victoria, in the afternoon.

She got in the car and I couldn’t hold back my tears. I was so happy to see her. I miss her with a longing I have trouble putting into words. We are loud and inappropriate but we are connected. I looked at her face in my hands and I could see all who came before us.

She showed me where her new school is, that she doesn’t like the uniform. Told me about her adjusting to life with daddy and uncle Stanley and that nobody can replace me as her Mom. She told me she misses me and that she is settling in and that she burned herself on the kettle. We made jokes because I always burn myself.

As I drove away hours later I saw her bbm status “I don’t want you to leave mommy” with many crying icons. I couldn’t see the road through my tears. I actually drove around the corner so she couldn’t see me and cried.

Some days are easier than others but it takes lots of self restraint not to make her sad and phone or text too much. I want her to be happy. The adjustment will take time.

I love you my Victoria. xxx

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Author: WεηchƔ

In September 1997, “The Nocturnal Wenchy” started her blog. The blog remains painfully real but these days she is more of an intermittent Blogger! 😉

19 thoughts on “Wenchy 9/365”

    1. There isn’t an imagination that runs that deep that collectively collects the tears and the pain. You die a little and you wish to God to make you feel less.


    1. Thanks Lynne. You know me. I don’t seperate from what I believe is mine well. It took me so long to gather things and people that belong to me….


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