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Maryanne Elizabeth Walker ([info]maryanne_walker) wrote in [info]compass_network,
I've put several children up there. They don't deserve to be remembered? They put up with the same garbage we do day in and day out. They're just a little more helpless than we are. And I can promise you they feel it a whole lot more than we do, because as adults we have thicker skin.

My empathy went out the fucking door when she called me heartless and cruel. While I was going out of my way to soothe her. I don't put up with that shit from people I know, you think I'm going to put up with that shit from someone I don't?

I would be more grieved to find out that my son was here and no one remembered him. No one could recall his face. His name!

Did either of you bother to count the names that I remember? They all had faces! Your son was just one! She calls me cruel? You call me heartless! Would you rather he be forgotten?

The majority of those people are dead. Do you even know what that means? It means, while I don't have to find and transport them alone anymore, I do get to be the one to do the job of cleaning them up. Making them presentable. And sometimes they're only in pieces when I get them. Because we don't have a mortician. I get to do that job, like so many jobs on my shoulders. I don't get to sit and just be a mother. To just treasure my friends and family.

And you two have the nerve to call me cruel. And heartless. You can blow it out your self important rearends.


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