The rudest thing ever said to me after I had a baby was, when my twin boys were born. This had been a terrible day already, I called my dad’s house to talk to my sister from the hospital. I was exhausted, heartbroken and lonely. I just wanted a word of comfort. A fragment of humanity, that way I didn’t feel so adrift in the universe. I think we all have those moments where we need to just hear, “I love you.”
This was probably the worst day of my life. I had just held my sons as they died in my arms. I was alone and shattered. I didn’t want to bother my sister. I had always been her strength… I need her now. I dialed my dad’s number, my mother answered, accepting the collect call from the hospital.
“Hi mom, can I talk to Sissy.”
“What the f@#K do you need to talk to Sissy for you f@#kin’ whore?”
“I had my babies. Please…can I talk to Sissy.”
“I’m too young to be a grandma. What did you have?”
“I had twin boys…they…they…they died,” I said stifling tears.
“I’M GLAD THEY F#$KIN’ DIED YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SH#T” she yells at me then hung-up.
I felt my heart stop, like a huge boulder in my chest. I couldn’t breathe and I couldn’t cry. I just stared out the window at the trains on the tracks, far below, watching the gray overcast sky alternate, between snow and rain. Praying for my death.
PS
That is my twin boy’s grave marker. My husband gave my boys his last name when we married: Tester
My husband is a good-hearted man.
EDIT:
For those who are not aware, this answer builds off the answer to the question: Worst emotional pain ever… This can be found on my page along with other stories about my life they are sub-titled: Childhood and Sissy Series. I am telling the story of my life bit-by-bit. When a question speaks to me I will answer it.
Thank you all you who read my answers. A special thanks to those who write.
Be happy.—— Mindy Lou