Today I headed out on the 40 minute drive over the west side of El Paso (did I mention this town is gigantic?). I went because, once again, Bella is headed back to play therapy and the first appointment is where we meet her therapist.
Last time, she had our therapist. We both saw her on different days, and she was wonderful. This time, due to her schedule, Sam and I will continue to see her but Bella will move to a new counselor that we’d briefly met and liked before.
The drive down kept triggering all those times I’d driven us there the past year. Grieving my twins. Announcing my pregnancy with Kaden. Heaving myself in and out of the car to get there and back.
I pulled up to the office and thought, “What the hell is going on? Why, oh why God, am I here again?”