Let me start by saying that I am fully aware that by saying yes to the journey of foster parenthood, I signed up for this. I chose this life and heartache. I am not questioning my decision in the larger, general sense.
That said: whenever I think we are in a good place with my current teen… they say something (not directly to us) that has me in the pits of my own emotional turmoil.
I have to keep reminding myself that it’s not about me. And, what kid actually likes their parents anyway?
Indomitable Bellatrix 