It’s Exhausting…

Sometimes explaining EB and/or my life it’s exhausting. People that truly ought to know better, surprise me with their selfishness, with their eagerness to let me know “they have it bad too”, even though, when the chips are down, they wouldn’t trade their life nor their child with mine in a million years. It’s called empathy. It’s called listening, TRULY listening without feeling the need to compare or feel the need to put your 2c in. It’s sad when people that go through the trouble of asking me about my life don’t really want to listen, they only ask to make conversation and try to relate, even though that can’t possibly be done, unless you have a kid with RDEBRead More