When I Was 20, I Moved Out At Night With My Stuff In Trash Bags As My Mother Wept On The Floor Begging

When I was 20, I moved out at night with my stuff in trash bags as my mother wept on the floor begging me to stay, asking me how she was supposed to mother the other children in her care. When I was 20, as I loaded everything i could fit into my car my mother dug her nails so deep into my skin that I still have the scars today. When I was 20, and I was holding myself together by threads I watched my mother fall apart and shrivel before me. I left my mother to save myself. I left my siblings to save myself. I was scared and tired and put myself first and now ill never see them again.

For someone who's never played dnd and has watched hundreds of hours of critical role...

I sure do have a startling amount of oc's sitting in my notes app.

My favorite is my circus escapee goblin bard Urk (like from the word irk) shes my favorite.

The thing about Supernatural and Good Omens is that they’re completely different kinds of storytelling and definitely different experiences. You watch Good Omens in a couple afternoons and you enjoy it very much, maybe you watch it again a few other times, maybe consume or even produce some fanworks. You inject Supernatural into your bloodstream and it does to you what anti-vaxxers and conspiracy theorist think that vaccines or 5G do to you

I want to have a baby, but I can't.

Every month I hope that maybe this time it'll be different. I have spent so much money on tests that will never be positive, but everytime I'm holding my breath for another line to appear.

It never does.

Luckily I'm with a man who doesn't want kids. He says they're too expensive, to loud, and unnecessary hassle. He doesn't understand. Its not a conscious choice I make, wanting a child. It's something primal, deep in the fabric of my very being.

I was made to be a mother....I AM a mother. But to whom? The only baby I ever had was stolen away from me by Deaths kiss, ripped out of my body while I sobbed alone. I was only 19. But that baby is probably the only one my body will ever grow.

And I know, adoption is a beautiful thing. I love my adopted siblings as if they were my own blood.

But growing a baby inside my body? Thats something I'll never experience again so let me mourn it. It's a loss that no one around me understands.