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Yet all those truths didn't make it hurt any less that I wasn't going to be a mom.
I planned to just sleep through the holiday and continue my ritual pity party.
I loved looking at them.
"Tell me about your letter?" I asked later that night while we were lying in his bed, the sheet tucked around my naked body between us.
A rare experience to witness.
"Look at me.
How you had actually met. I'm still processing it.