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

relationship with the children grew, but unevenly. He loved them in his way, but his way often depended on convenience. He sent elaborate gifts, arrived with expensive toys, and took photos as though proving something. Yet he struggled with ordinary patience: spilled juice, crying, tantrums, the repetitive tenderness children require when no one is continue reading …