When I put in my contacts this morning they were still covered in salt from all my crying yesterday.
That is how well Lizzy's visit went.
Watching her little body flail, contort, kick and writhe was nothing compared to looking into her eyes as they carried her off to her visit with her legal dad. She was screaming and crying and begging for me to not make her go in the room with him. In her eyes you could see the fear and betrayal that there is no way to explain to a 1 year old.
If I ever believed in purgatory I have finally found it. It is called the U.S. Foster System.
You can quote me on that.
The word "purgatory", derived through Anglo-Norman and Old French from the Latin wordpurgatorium. has come to refer also to a wide range of historical and modern conceptions of postmortem suffering short of everlasting damnation, and is used, in a non-specific sense, to mean any place or condition of suffering or torment, especially one that is temporary