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

” I whispered into the dark.

The word felt foolish and sacred at once.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” I continued. “But I know you’re here. And I know you’re mine.”

For eleven years, motherhood had been a locked door.

Now it had opened on the same day every other door had slammed shut.

I did not sleep much.

In the morning, I woke to three missed calls from continue reading …