And sometimes…

Poison Hemlock …adoption feels like drinking hemlock.

There is only so much the human soul can endure. And sometimes…sometimes what a culture asks of a woman is beyond her capacity to bear, but they require it of her any way.


2 thoughts on “And sometimes…

  1. I really hope our culture changes. Among the adoptive parents who seem to dominate public discourse, happy bmoms marinating in the fog 10+ years after placement and reciting what everyone wants them to, politicians on strings held by the adoption industry’s money, and desperate couples who continue paying the system in hopes of a child, I really don’t know how things will ever change.

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