I felt like a piece of my very being was missing. And something so simple, something you have been painstakingly preventing your entire life until you were finally “ready,” is held out of your reach no matter how much you stretch to grasp it.
It doesn’t just go away when you have a child. Or two children. Or five children. The pain, it’s still there.
It is excruciating and I wish it didn’t happen to anyone.
But it did.
It happened to me.
And to Bea. And Laura. And Ashlee. And Amy. And Stace. And Lisa. And Rachel.
And probably someone you know and care about.