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A little while ago, a call was put out on Twitter. I don’t think Maggie really thought she’d get the support and inpouring of tales she has. I think that when she first started sketching the rough outlines of Violence UnSilenced, she had a goal to be of aide to those who needed it, and to garner some help from around the intarwebz and from professionals.

Sure it might get some traffic. People would have heard through the grapevine that she had a new site up and it was for goodness’ sake and well, her blog is priceless.

I think it’s fairly safe to say that I am blown away. And it’s not even my baby. I can’t imagine how she feels, though I would wager further inspired to be a strong candidate.

After a week during which there’s been stories told, comments left and sympathies shared, this larger than a support meeting or blogger-ego-stroking thing, this site, I can already see, is doing something.

Getting people to talk, which is one of the major hurtles.

Now, we all know that getting me to talk isn’t tough. In fact, I’ve proposed to talk in a Room of Your Own at BlogHer about how easy it is to talk.

Unless it’s in a controlled environment. Like say, where other people congregate besides you fine folk that I’m comfie with. Wherein I might offend abuse survivors by saying that I loved when I hit JDawg.

I mean, I can portray myself a monster here, but there?

Maggie was graceful enough to let me tell my story, which you can read here.

I’m humbled at the response. Truly. I keep searching for a different word and I have none.

And I’m so proud that I got to take part in the first week of what is destined for saintliness in blogging. Go, poke around. Take the pledge. Wager to tell a story, if you have one. Good can come from us opening up.

{What follows is a guest post from VDog. You know she’s a fabulous writer, who doesn’t write nearly enough, right? Well, I asked her a whiles back to guest post and low and behold, I got it. You wanna? Let me know}

There’s a certain someone in my life (okay, it’s my Mother-in-law) who is totally fabulous, but at the same time can, on occasion, be totally deflating.  Take lunch today. Titi (my son, aka Little Man) was being, well, two, and in concert with his two-ness, was working a nasty cold. Maminou as she’s called (sounds like mommy-new), throws out the ever so helpful, ‘imagine how hard it is with two!’

Um, thanks. I’m already having a tough time with this motherhood gig and keeping it all together, what with my recurrent depression and general tendency to be short tempered and LOUD when suffering from lack of sleep.

Now, it would be one thing if this was an isolated incident. But OH NO. It’s not. See, her daughter has twins. After having three other kids. The other V (my sister-in-law) has two teenagers and then a four year old and the two year old twins. Her life is CRAZY. I know it is. I would never want it for myself or wish it upon anyone else.

Anytime I am struggling with Titi, Maminou slips in an, ‘imagine if you had twins!’ or ‘just wait until you have two kids!’ or something to that effect.  Maminou always tells me we are doing a great job with Titi, and that she completely adores him. So what’s up with this comparison thing?

I’m like, does this woman WANT me to have another kid or WHAT??? Because it really seems like she DOES want another grandchild borne by me. But her comments surely aren’t helping matters.

I deeply WANT another child, but I am also realistic. I’m realistic about my own limitations, physically, mentally and emotionally, and I know that a second child is not something to be decided upon lightly.  I want another baby. I do. But I get discouraged and my heart hurts a little bit when I hear statements like those. I guess I should just tell her straight up that those comments bother me, but then I wonder, ‘am I making a big deal out of nothing?’ and I also, well, don’t like confrontation all that much.

*Sigh.*