Theo and I were married for seven years. I was thirty-four, a graphic artist who worked from home, and until recently, I thought our marriage was perfect and solid. Everything turned bad on the night of his promotion party.
Theo and I were “that” couple — the kind others liked to measure themselves against at lunch. The ones who seemed easy. He’d grab my hand while I reached for the sauce, holding hands like new lovers at the store!
We’d chuckle at the same jokes often, finish each other’s ideas, and never run out of things to say! And even during tough times, we found our groove again like it was natural! The first two years we tried for a baby were the only time our marriage felt shaky.
Each failed test pulled me further from happiness, like a quiet wave. There were months when I wondered if I was the reason we weren’t growing our family. We spent month after month on various doctor visits, where we got silent letdowns.
My heart broke as we watched our pals share baby scan photos while I stared at empty test strips. I thought I was doomed never to give birth naturally, so when I finally got pregnant, it felt like a wonder! When Mira came along, everything clicked!
She was the string that tied all the loose bits back together! I finally had a perfect little girl for what I believed was a perfect little life. But I couldn’t have guessed what happened next.
Our daughter was four then, bright, curious, and honest to a fault! She liked apple juice without bits and always announced when she needed to pee, even in the middle of church! Life was feeling great!
What happened next changed everything… FULL STORY on the next page.
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