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Adopt? Humm...




◾️◾️◾️ I’ll be adding more to this post.



I’ve saw this posted a few times & it just makes me wonder; What if they don’t get visitors because they were not available parents/grandparents or they were abusive, toxic, narcissistic or (insert whatever else here) that would make their children/grandchildren not want to go visit them. Speaking from the emptiness & hurt... well I can tell you that I highly doubt at this point my children would ever visit my “momster” should she end up in a home, she’s not sat at a meal with them in well over a year and even sat with our abuser at court.. WHY would they visit her???

&&& well.... their friends they choose were just stones they picked up along the way who are to busy with their own family or possibly dead, sooo while they were busy with them stones they let go of their diamonds (family)... & now they sit lonely with no visitors or gifts... karma for what they put their family/children/grandchildren through??

Being in quite a few groups, you don’t realize how often I see this being real life for hurt children/grandchildren & tho it seems unreal to you.. for some it’s life... just like childloss- you can’t begin to understand unless you’ve been in these shoes....

*while I understand this may not always be the case but I am in several groups with THOUSANDS & this is talked about more often than not... & the more I share my story with you the more I hope you understand....

I’ll just leave that right there.

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