You don't know the half of it

Everything everywhere Eva-related can stop me [dead] in my tracks. I'm not "out" at work yet as a grieving mother. The truth is that for everyone but me it is old news. At least, that's how it feels. Even with my mother, on whom I have leaned so heavily, the welcome is worn too thin to hold this weight. Even my own mother has told me in not so many words that it's time to get on with life as it is.

So making it news, disclosing to new people that Eva lived and lives still in me is difficult, if not impossible.

So when a new coworker told me that she does not envy me in my working motherhood, I couldn't help but think, you don't know the half of it. I am trying to mother a dead girl.