Telling It Like It Is

It's been almost a week since we learned about the roots of our twisted trip to California. I can't say that this brief amount of time has helped heal any wounds just yet. Of the multitude of emotions we got to experience in the past 3 months, I'm just glad that at least the impatient curiosity about when the baby will be born has been put to rest. From cryptic facebook accounts, we assume that a tiny little one was born two days after we arrived in California. Hopefully that baby was placed in a loving home far, far away from S. Our biggest worry is that there was another child brought into her oozing swamp of yuck. We also know that S has served time in prison twice for this same fraud and that she started playing these games with people's hopes and dreams at around the age of 17 or 18. May she fester...

In the land of the good, we've been welcomed home to such loving, open arms. We have had many meals brought over and hugs doled out at every turn. Again, we're so grateful for all of your continued support.

With some of your love comes the curiosity of just how this could happen. When we're not comfortable sharing, we're still encouraged to just tell it like it is. If I was to tell it like it is, I would say it was, and remains, an excruciating reality to endure. We're sharing what we feel comfortable sharing in ways that are as easy as possible for us. It might not give you all the details you're seeking, but it's torturous to relive it each time we're asked.

Please be patient with our healing spirits right now. We're inching our way towards a new path forward, one foot in front of the other. I'm thinking again of the sagely advice espoused in the movie The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel, which for us has about as much meaning as any other form of prayer or positive thinking. If I accept that "everything will be alright in the end", then I know that it's not the end yet as everything is not yet alright. The operative words we focus on are "not yet".
Stick with us in hope, TaJ