part 2 The man who spent eleven years blaming me for our childlessness threw me out of our home9-008v

my pain. Somehow, that made them reach me more deeply.

I stared at the tea cooling in front of me.

“I loved him,” I said.

“I believe you.”

“I built my life around him.”

“That is why it hurts.”

“I kept thinking if I was patient enough, if I was good enough, if I just survived one more treatment, one more disappointment, one more dinner with his mother looking continue reading …