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

cried silently in its bathroom after another failed treatment while Ryan slept with his back turned to me.

And now I stood outside it with a suitcase and no keys.

I looked down at the white envelope clutched against my chest. Divorce papers. My name printed beside his. The end of a life I had tried so desperately to keep whole.

“I don’t know,” I whispered.continue reading …