— How could you?!
— How could I what? Live a normal life? Get what I was missing next to you? Is that what you mean?
For fifteen years I believed you. Loved you. I was sure: we — a family, one whole.
— We were one whole, until you got fixated on children, — the husband said indifferently. — Then you became unbearable. And not yourself.
— Not yourself? I just wanted to continue our family! We dreamed of a child… You said so yourself…
— Want the truth? I don’t need children. I don’t need endless doctors, your breakdowns every month, sex “on schedule” and by the calendar. I want to live like a man.
After several exhausting attempts at IVF, crushed hopes of motherhood, and a blow in the back from the closest person. One December evening, my world finally fell apart. But fate prepared trials for me—trials against which even this was only the beginning.