Heartbreak and Envy

In 2010 I had a baby girl. She was born still. Since then I can’t bear seeing other pregnant women or babies of the same age as my sweet girl. Sometimes when I babysit my 3yo niece I pretend she’s my own and try to imagine what my life would be like without the hurt, the envy, the judgement of those who were able to carry and keep that tumbling life they grew inside them.

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