Sister Pearl's World

me!

Hi. I'm Marco's sister. Those of you who don't know me can call me Pearl. When I was nineteen, I bit into a pearl in a fried oyster in some linoleum-floored crab shack on Cape Cod.

I'm a recovering graduate student, high school Spanish teacher, unrepentant history geek, and budding mystic. I've traveled to four of the seven continents. I always love to discuss politics, religion, history, and philosophy. In my other life, I'm also a wife with really poor housekeeping skills. But I can cook.

 




That woman has no sensitivity chip in her body. She says, “eventually you will know how a pregnant woman feels.” No I won’t. She has no idea what it is like to have to alienate yourself from friends who have babies because you are too jealous to be around them during and after pregnancy. No idea what it is like to have a Dr invade your body with medicines and testing and telling your all the things your body is failing you at. No fucking clue. I’m so sick of having to be understanding and patient with those that don’t understand.

Help, my womb is empty!:  

My fertile friends and family keep trying to give me advice and “words of encouragement”, but really, they have no clue that what they say usually just makes it hurt worse.

Reblogged from jenn-caboom on June 26, 2012

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    no one will understand and it is not your job to make them understand if you dont want to help them to. you just have to...
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