Sara

I stared up at the ceiling, feeling empty. I knew Jaxon was probably right and holding off on having a child was probably smartest, but I was disappointed.

Jaxon didn’t seem as engaged in our lovemaking, and it felt fruitless. I had built up my hope and excitement for nothing. I couldn’t decide if I was more upset or angry; either way, I wanted to cry. It started to feel like too much.

I knew I was being a little childish–throwing a fit ...