People figure out these things before they marry someone, and here we are, already invested, and now I’m thinking about the fact I should have told him this already.

Babies! Not a fucking chance in hell.

He won’t know unless he read all my journals, but even then. I wouldn’t say it was apparent from those diary excerpts that my inability to have kids was permanent or even a blessing. I went over the abortion and such and the after-effects and recovery, but I don’t think I ...