<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709317410793151579</id><updated>2011-07-07T15:23:26.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind Our Veil</title><subtitle type='html'>A place where women can lift the veil, remove the mask, and discover... they're human too</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindourveil.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709317410793151579/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindourveil.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959411207292111566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709317410793151579.post-5616563198700526329</id><published>2010-01-26T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T04:13:57.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU "(THINK)" YOU TAKE ME/US FOR A FOOL - THE ONLY FOOL IS YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Author - Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Warning - Some strong language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Comments are welcome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately you’ve been acting very strange, we can all see you are different. I just hate your ignorance in thinking that all of us are blind. I wasn’t born yesterday and I know what you doing is wrong. It’s even worse that you trying to hide it from mom – yet all us kids know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think we are stupid when you show up at the hospital (two days after i gave birth) with another women only to say you had a beer together. Yeah right, what kind of beer is it that you drink – adultery?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other people have seen you with her, once again your pure ignorance is blinding – you don’t even have the audacity to try and hide it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have never respected me and I don’t think you ever will. My requests are just thrown unto deaf ears. You wish my husband “luck” because i say i don’t eat basmati rice (seriously, you the one that needs to grow up) and you smoke in your house when the baby is there. You even tell my sister she’ s on your hitlist – oh wow, what must I do to also be there? Please do tell, as it sounds so inviting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night you didn’t sleep at home – while i was up all night worried, because you had said you were going to the shop to buy cigarettes, and oh, just to make it sound more realistic, “do i need anything?” when i confronted you this morning you told me you slept at a friend’s house, now seriously what kind of 53 year old man has a sleep over – unless it’s the other kind. Now you tell me to keep to my things and that your life is personal, WELL YOU KNOW WHAT – REALITY CHECK:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Your life is not personal, seeing that you are married with three kids&lt;br /&gt;2. Your life is not personal when you live in my house&lt;br /&gt;3. Your life is not personal when other people see you with her&lt;br /&gt;4. Your life is not personal when you are lying about facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the dumb mutherfucker, you are playing with fire and you will get burnt. You are acting like an asshole and you will pay for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not welcome in my life while you busy with this shit, as mom is subtly aware something is up, and yet, us kids can’t get ourselves to tell her. The door to my life (and your only first grandson) is closed, you are no longer welcome here until you clear this up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i wish you and your ignorance farewell, and i hope your flooze takes you for a ride – and no, not that kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what daddy dearest – YOU ARE THE ONLY FOOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709317410793151579-5616563198700526329?l=behindourveil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindourveil.blogspot.com/feeds/5616563198700526329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://behindourveil.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-think-you-take-meus-for-fool-only.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709317410793151579/posts/default/5616563198700526329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709317410793151579/posts/default/5616563198700526329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindourveil.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-think-you-take-meus-for-fool-only.html' title='YOU &quot;(THINK)&quot; YOU TAKE ME/US FOR A FOOL - THE ONLY FOOL IS YOU'/><author><name>Editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959411207292111566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709317410793151579.post-6276057397597129835</id><published>2009-11-23T03:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T03:46:27.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>They Discovered My Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Author: Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Comments: Welcome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Notes: If you know this Blogger, please do NOT refer to her by name. Thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;inlaws&lt;/span&gt; discovered my blog, read it and had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hissy&lt;/span&gt; Fit about my posting of being a perfect sister, needless to say, it was like the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; World War in my house, and I was given the ultimatum of having a husband or a blog. So my husband cleverly decided to delete ALL my blog postings in case his family read any other ones and took offence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am foaming at the lips, because I liked blogging, so I am contemplating on starting one in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wordpress&lt;/span&gt; without his knowledge and keeping it a secret.. But I also don’t like the idea of hiding stuff from him… &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Eish&lt;/span&gt;, advice would be appreciated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709317410793151579-6276057397597129835?l=behindourveil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindourveil.blogspot.com/feeds/6276057397597129835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://behindourveil.blogspot.com/2009/11/they-discovered-my-blog.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709317410793151579/posts/default/6276057397597129835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709317410793151579/posts/default/6276057397597129835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindourveil.blogspot.com/2009/11/they-discovered-my-blog.html' title='They Discovered My Blog'/><author><name>Editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959411207292111566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709317410793151579.post-4075877351984891951</id><published>2009-09-23T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T08:44:15.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To My "Close" Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Author: Anon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Comments are welcome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t tell me, “But there are worse things in the world than not being able to fall pregnant” when you have the child you wanted and I can’t have a child and you specifically asked me how our TTC plans were going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea of the ache inside of me but instead I smile and interact with your child every weekend when we get together. I will from now on ensure that you never ever know the details of our heart-brakes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709317410793151579-4075877351984891951?l=behindourveil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindourveil.blogspot.com/feeds/4075877351984891951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://behindourveil.blogspot.com/2009/09/author-anon-comments-are-welcome-please.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709317410793151579/posts/default/4075877351984891951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709317410793151579/posts/default/4075877351984891951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindourveil.blogspot.com/2009/09/author-anon-comments-are-welcome-please.html' title='To My &quot;Close&quot; Friend'/><author><name>Editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959411207292111566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709317410793151579.post-7492744841667516085</id><published>2009-08-06T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T03:57:45.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Author&lt;/span&gt;: Mandy-Leigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Comments are closed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  have been thinking about getting pregnant again a lot these days. After losing my first baby at nine weeks I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;devastated&lt;/span&gt; but wanted to start trying again straight away. We did and I go pregnant again within the first cycle after my D&amp;amp;C. We got the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BFP&lt;/span&gt; on 1 September and we were overjoyed. The pregnancy was complicated with many bleeds and many days spent lying in hospital. The people at work were getting annoyed at the amount of sick leave I was taking.  After the first 16 weeks things started to get better. I could move around and drive myself to work. The baby was growing nicely, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tripple&lt;/span&gt; tests came back normal and we were starting to look forward to meeting our little girl. I was getting very swollen and none of my shoes fit anymore. It was December and the temperatures went up to 38 degrees. I was very uncomfortable and complained about it a lot. I wanted the pregnancy to go faster so I could be over and done with it. At the 22 week scan our girl weighed 360 grams. At the end of week 23 I started to relax a bit because I considered her to be viable. In the 24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; week I went into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-term labour. I got hectic contractions and sat in our bath crying hysterically before we went to hospital. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t move and my body was aching all over. When we got to the hospital they tried to listen to the heartbeat with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;doppler&lt;/span&gt;. The nurse casually informed me that there was no heartbeat and that my baby was dead. I look her in the eye and said to her that I could still feel the baby move. The called my doctor and he did a scan. It was bad news. She was not viable and would die soon after birth. She weighed 500 grams according to the scan. I had to deliver her vaginally and I cried like I have never cried before in my entire life as I gave the final push. She was lifeless. My husband cut the cord and tears welled up in his eyes.My mom was also present and she was my rock throughout the delivery. They gave me morphine, took me to theatre and then cleaned her up. They showed her to my parents and to my husband after bathing her and they stood there crying while looking at her lifeless body. After I woke up they brought her to me. She was beautiful. She looked so at peace and she was such a pretty and delicate little being. Perfect in every way. It’s a picture that is stuck in my mind forever. So getting pregnant again is a huge thing for me. I want a baby desperately but I want the same baby. I want that baby that I held in my arms that day. I want her back. Maybe I am not ready yet, maybe I am holding on too tight. I don’t know. Hopefully the next pregnancy will be different. Different in every possible way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709317410793151579-7492744841667516085?l=behindourveil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindourveil.blogspot.com/feeds/7492744841667516085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://behindourveil.blogspot.com/2009/08/author-mandy-leigh-comments-are-closed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709317410793151579/posts/default/7492744841667516085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709317410793151579/posts/default/7492744841667516085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindourveil.blogspot.com/2009/08/author-mandy-leigh-comments-are-closed.html' title=''/><author><name>Editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959411207292111566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709317410793151579.post-1352792036309807312</id><published>2009-08-04T04:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T05:03:43.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Posted by: Anon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Warning: The content of this may offend some, please do not continue to read if you find the content upsetting.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comments are open&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I posed the question :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Let’s touch on Abortion for a second. Is it really ok for a 12 year old to now be able to decide to have an abortion WITHOUT any consent from her parents or counseling just because she wants to? Or is it OK if it is done before 6weeks because there is no heartbeat present?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all let me say this, I agree 100% with Nikki that NO 12 year old should be having sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me give you an insight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Party’s :&lt;br /&gt;Mother is 47 Years old, Married 3 times, Divorced 3 Times&lt;br /&gt;Dad  is 38 Years old – Divorced father of the 13 year old&lt;br /&gt;13 Yr Old Daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Mother’s eyes the following are acceptable :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buying Cigarettes for her Daughter. And allowing her to smoke in public.&lt;br /&gt;Letting her teenage daughter “Date” men on average 18-23 Years old.&lt;br /&gt;Letting her daughter stay on her own home alone, whilst mother is travelling the country for work duties. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parents have joint Custody. The Daughter doesn’t want to visit/stay with  her Father because he is too Strict, won’t allow the ciggies, booze  and won’t allow the Boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Scenario :&lt;br /&gt;Mother  has to leave on business Trip to Nelspruit. Daughter stays unbeknownst to her father alone at home. Boyfriend comes to visit. The kisses and cuddles turns into something way too adult rated and daughter wants “out”. Whether  she wanted to experiment with S.e.x.  at this Stage is not applicable, what is important is that she no longer wants to. Boyfriend takes advantage and they end up having s.e.x. anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daughter phones her mother and explains what happened. Mother (still in Nelspruit) tells daughter to relax and wait until she got back, she (daughter) did kind of “led the Man on” when she allowed Kisses and Cuddles.) – Dad is NOT informed at this stage, actually Daughter doesn’t WANT contact with DAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moms get back and after some arbitrary fight, daughter decided it’s time to phone DAD. This is 2 weeks after the incident! Dad goes fetches daughter and has HUGE fall out with Mother. Dad wants to kill BOYFRIEND, have him arrested. Daughter with Dad, so HouseRules apply : no smoking, Drinking, Boyfriends.  This lasts 24hours…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between Mother and Daughter they both decided Dad is way too strict and Mother fetches daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody Knows if  :&lt;br /&gt;a)      Daughter might be Pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;b)      Daughter might suffer from an STD / HIV Aids&lt;br /&gt;c)       Daughter suffer from Trauma or had the Boyfriend charged with S.e.x with an minor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what TOTALLY angers me up to this point  is the following :&lt;br /&gt;1)      That the mother doesn’t give a crap if the child smokes, boozes or has ADULT boyfriends&lt;br /&gt;2)      That the mother can allow a 13 year old to stay alone&lt;br /&gt;3)      That the mother is not even ATTEMPTING to find out if daughter is pregnant and/or have STD’s&lt;br /&gt;4)      That the mother ALLOWS a 13 year old to make decisions, actually ANY Major decisions.&lt;br /&gt;5)      That there is NO s.e.x. education, and after the S.e.x. act that the Mother, told her to relax and WAIT until she gets home.&lt;br /&gt;6)      That there is no Repercussions to the Boyfriend who KNOWS he had s.e.x. with a minor.&lt;br /&gt;7)      All correspondence with Dad is Discontinued. Dad Unable to get hold of them, address and or telephone wise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would be to blame if this Child is pregnant and/or suffering from AIDS? The child ? Because she did the act, or the Mother, because she allowed all this to happen without educating the child?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point in time, if the child is pregnant or were to become pregnant, the mother most certainly would just take this child for an abortion with NO regard for the miracle of life the child is carrying. And I don’t think she would even care to explain ANY repercussions to the Child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel I am morally bound to this child, I feel I need to educate her, I feel I can not stand back and watch this child and her mother WRECK her life! I want to do something! But Legally my hands are tied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B.T.W Social Services can’t/won’t assist as their backlog is HUGE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709317410793151579-1352792036309807312?l=behindourveil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindourveil.blogspot.com/feeds/1352792036309807312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://behindourveil.blogspot.com/2009/08/posted-by-anon-warning-content-of-this.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709317410793151579/posts/default/1352792036309807312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709317410793151579/posts/default/1352792036309807312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindourveil.blogspot.com/2009/08/posted-by-anon-warning-content-of-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959411207292111566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709317410793151579.post-2791343009738311868</id><published>2009-05-18T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T01:40:51.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adoption</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Posted by: Anonymous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apologies to the Author for the late submission, I have been having some technical errors with the mail account.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just so wish that SW who is working with adoption could just try to be more sensitive about the issue regarding adoption. I know they put the baby first and it is right, but some let you feel because you can't have children of your own or struggle to fall pregnant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;you're&lt;/span&gt; a freak and then also you have to pay so many administration costs that you could just buy a baby on the black market (think it would be much cheaper) and then also they want you to pay the hospital bill for the birth mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end there is so many costs involve that you can't give your LO everything he/she need or everything you so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;desperately&lt;/span&gt; want to give to LO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Just another woman who try to adopt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709317410793151579-2791343009738311868?l=behindourveil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindourveil.blogspot.com/feeds/2791343009738311868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://behindourveil.blogspot.com/2009/05/adoption.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709317410793151579/posts/default/2791343009738311868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709317410793151579/posts/default/2791343009738311868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindourveil.blogspot.com/2009/05/adoption.html' title='Adoption'/><author><name>Editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959411207292111566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709317410793151579.post-1365807694127692288</id><published>2009-05-11T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T02:44:27.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Darling Husband</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Warning: Strong Language&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Darling Husband,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a letter to let you know that I am not in fact &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PMSing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in fact just tired. And here is why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of you getting all the perks of a 'stay at home mom', with none of the drudge work. I still have to change shitty nappies, deal with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;colic&lt;/span&gt; bouts and get up for the night feeds. You do none of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bitch at me at 4 in the morning when the baby needs to be fed, and ask stupid questions like, "what's wrong with him now"? You get sensitive when I get snappy or answer your stupid question with a stupid answer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired, I am surviving on 5 hours sleep a night. I am stressed because I am running your business for you, earning a quarter of your salary, so that you can play doll during the day. I am unhappy because 'our' son, your boy from a previous marriage, and whom I have mothered for almost 10 years did not even bother to spend more than 30 minutes with me on Mothers Day, despite his dead beat incubator, never being in the picture. I am irritable because I am expected to be perfect. I am angry because you continue to tell people how incredibly tired you are. And mostly, I am about to bash your brains in because you keep telling me that I need to get my hormones checked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU, I had a baby a few months ago! What have you done?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709317410793151579-1365807694127692288?l=behindourveil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindourveil.blogspot.com/feeds/1365807694127692288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://behindourveil.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-darling-husband.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709317410793151579/posts/default/1365807694127692288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709317410793151579/posts/default/1365807694127692288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindourveil.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-darling-husband.html' title='My Darling Husband'/><author><name>Editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959411207292111566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709317410793151579.post-7663653864640988784</id><published>2009-04-23T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:35:53.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Author: Anon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Warnings: I really don't know what to type here, I suppose female &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TMI&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know when you're fairly certain Aunt Flo has left. She hasn't shown even a small trace of her being around. You finally gain enough confidence to wear that pair of crisp white panties you've been avoiding for the last week. And then you go the whole day being paranoid, so you keep running to the toilet to check and you've wiped yourself so many times that your lady bits have a protesting since the first 16 wipes. So you make it through the entire day without any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;incidences&lt;/span&gt; and you're driving home in traffic and the only thing that's left to remind you of your day of obsession is the slight sting left in your nether regions, and you sit down and have a glass of wine to unwind and it's all a distant memory. You run a bath, and undress and there in your clean white underwear the bitch has left you a little brown present!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709317410793151579-7663653864640988784?l=behindourveil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindourveil.blogspot.com/feeds/7663653864640988784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://behindourveil.blogspot.com/2009/04/random.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709317410793151579/posts/default/7663653864640988784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709317410793151579/posts/default/7663653864640988784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindourveil.blogspot.com/2009/04/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959411207292111566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709317410793151579.post-7124623326796696064</id><published>2009-04-23T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T08:15:52.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex &amp; Babies</title><content type='html'>I'm posting here, because I have family that read my other blog, but I'd really like your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;opinions&lt;/span&gt; here ladies regardless of whether you have a baby, are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;preg&lt;/span&gt;, or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel about sex and babies? More specifically, how do you feel about sex and babies in the room with you. I really didn't have a problem with the whole concept. In fact, our sex life has been amazing since giving birth, but since baby has become alert and is quite clearly taking everything in, I'm just not sure. I know that he's under 6 months and that there is no possible way that he will consciously remember Mom and Dad on the job, but somehow just knowing that he could be awake and hearing or, God forbid, seeing the act is a buzz kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband doesn't seem to have a problem, but then we know men are horn dogs. It's clearly time to move the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;youngen&lt;/span&gt; out of our room, but I really need to know if I'm being paranoid here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All opinions are welcome, I've opened comments to all and sundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks ladies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709317410793151579-7124623326796696064?l=behindourveil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindourveil.blogspot.com/feeds/7124623326796696064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://behindourveil.blogspot.com/2009/04/sex-babies.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709317410793151579/posts/default/7124623326796696064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709317410793151579/posts/default/7124623326796696064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindourveil.blogspot.com/2009/04/sex-babies.html' title='Sex &amp; Babies'/><author><name>Editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959411207292111566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709317410793151579.post-2282620614210102011</id><published>2009-04-20T04:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T04:11:27.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Want to shout it from the mountain tops, but can't or won't</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Author: Anon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Comments: Welcome&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the 1st time in 4 years I am crying with joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a positive result, 2 lines, a beta of 157.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to shout it from the top of the mountains, but I won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband and I will be the only ones to know for the next 6 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally our turn has come. Praise God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709317410793151579-2282620614210102011?l=behindourveil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindourveil.blogspot.com/feeds/2282620614210102011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://behindourveil.blogspot.com/2009/04/want-to-shout-it-from-mountain-tops-but.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709317410793151579/posts/default/2282620614210102011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709317410793151579/posts/default/2282620614210102011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindourveil.blogspot.com/2009/04/want-to-shout-it-from-mountain-tops-but.html' title='Want to shout it from the mountain tops, but can&apos;t or won&apos;t'/><author><name>Editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959411207292111566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709317410793151579.post-880754683511286534</id><published>2009-04-19T23:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T23:37:35.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who are they to judge me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Author: Anon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Warning: Some strong language&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a braai on the weekend with so called friends. I hate being in a group now, I feel like crawling into a hole, and living for only me and my husband. I don't fit in anymore, my friends have kids, or are having kids. They all show this "concern" about our journey, but they don't know shit! They pretend to understand, to be sympathetic but they just don't care. I used to think they cared but now I know they don't. I overheard them whispering about me, about how me and my husband were just not meant to be together right from the begining. How this was quite obviously a sign that we are not meant to be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck them! Who are they to judge. I know so many of them who's husbands are abusive, drinking arseholes, who would never stick with their wives if they had to go through this. I'm done with all this crap, I'm over their judgemental ways. I never wish bad on anyone, but I won't be going anywhere near them anymore. I don't need this shit in my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709317410793151579-880754683511286534?l=behindourveil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindourveil.blogspot.com/feeds/880754683511286534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://behindourveil.blogspot.com/2009/04/who-are-they-to-judge-me.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709317410793151579/posts/default/880754683511286534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709317410793151579/posts/default/880754683511286534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindourveil.blogspot.com/2009/04/who-are-they-to-judge-me.html' title='Who are they to judge me!'/><author><name>Editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959411207292111566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709317410793151579.post-1544538487737661394</id><published>2009-04-16T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T10:00:27.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Demand</title><content type='html'>All day, every day, demand.&lt;br /&gt;I have no time for me.&lt;br /&gt;When did I lose the person I was?&lt;br /&gt;Where did my individuality go?&lt;br /&gt;At what point did I care more about everyone other than me.&lt;br /&gt;How do I stop?&lt;br /&gt;When do the pieces of me return?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709317410793151579-1544538487737661394?l=behindourveil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindourveil.blogspot.com/feeds/1544538487737661394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://behindourveil.blogspot.com/2009/04/demand.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709317410793151579/posts/default/1544538487737661394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709317410793151579/posts/default/1544538487737661394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindourveil.blogspot.com/2009/04/demand.html' title='Demand'/><author><name>Editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959411207292111566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
