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

wanted me away from stress and closer to help. The house had wide windows, pale wooden floors, and a nursery that began as an empty room and slowly filled with three cribs, three soft blankets, and shelves of books I bought because I wanted my children to know words before they could speak them.

I thought often of telling Ryan.

Sometimes guilt crept continue reading …