After hot husband lit a fire and poured me another glass of wine, he told me what the littlest elf said to him as he tucked her into bed:
"Dad, will I always have Fragile X?"
"Yup. I mean, unless there is a cure for it someday."
"Good." She says. "I like being different."
Ok. Ok, ok, ok.
Up until very, very recently, PJ denied FXS as her reality. And as she's accepted it, she's only spoken to me about it and only to say that yes, she knows she has it, blah, blah, blah.
My sweetie! Opening up! Talking to her dad and telling him how good it feels to not be like everyone else.
How I wish she said it to me! I'm so jealous! I want to crawl into his head and snuggle down with that nugget! Lucky bastard.
"Dad, will I always have Fragile X?"
"Yup. I mean, unless there is a cure for it someday."
"Good." She says. "I like being different."
Ok. Ok, ok, ok.
Up until very, very recently, PJ denied FXS as her reality. And as she's accepted it, she's only spoken to me about it and only to say that yes, she knows she has it, blah, blah, blah.
My sweetie! Opening up! Talking to her dad and telling him how good it feels to not be like everyone else.
How I wish she said it to me! I'm so jealous! I want to crawl into his head and snuggle down with that nugget! Lucky bastard.
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