I have put my foot in my mouth several times in my 29 years. Who hasn't? I think that it is part of human nature to speak out loud things that should've remained thoughts; and the wonderful thing about getting older (if there is a wonderful thing), is that you mature enough to realize that it really is better to think before you speak, and that there are safe phrases for just about every situation... words to live by, if you will.
I had an acquaintence today tell me all about the incredible, amazing, miraculous birth of her grand-child, and detail every fact that she learned about umbilical cords, placentas, and childbirth in general. She spoke with such undeniable happieness and enthusiasm - all on a volunteer basis, of course - that I felt completely betrayed and hurt as a woman that lost a baby due to stillbirth less than one year ago. I felt as though she was subconsciously trying to compare my own painful experience to her glorious one, and I have difficulty understanding such thoughtless, uninvited dialogue.
This happened at the close of a happy, productive day; and even now I have a bitter taste in my mouth thinking about it. Sometimes people speak without thinking first.
Perhaps it's time for me to go on and on about my lovely wedding to my soul mate 5 years ago... Her son and "daughter" aren't married, and I know that her old-fashioned mind isn't pleased about it.
Nah. Not worth it. I don't like the taste of my feet.
MWM Turns 30
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