*WARNING: POTENTIALLY OFFENSIVE LANGUAGE
I’ve never been much for swearing but I’ve noticed that since Corva died, I’ve been much more willing to let a fuck fly from my mouth. Usually under my breath and never in front of my living daughter, but still….
I wonder if this stems from anger? Grief? Or just the realization that after one delivers a dead baby, bad language is futile.
How the fuck did this happen?
What the fuck? My baby died.
Why the fuck?
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.