I have an angry feeling today.
I'm angry that I'm still suffering the after effects on my body of losing George and I'm angry at this body that let me and my son down so badly.
I'm angry at all the couldn't-care-less mothers that I see dragging screaming babies around. Don't they understand the preciousness of the lives they have carried or the responsibility of care that they have?
I'm angry at all the happily pregnant women who have no idea how unfair it that they get to have a healthy live baby or how much pain I feel at seeing them.
And I'm angry at all the "friends" at work who haven't bothered to call or even text.
Today I'm not great.