Some secrets are meant to stay secret forever.

Some secrets are meant to stay secret forever.

We'd traveled, we'd been to lots of parties, lots of movies and concerts, we'd slept in. We'd done all those things that people with children seem to miss so passionately. We didn't want those things anymore. We wanted a baby.

It was like she was thinking, How far can I go with this? How much more can I fit in my life without losing control?

You’ve been here before. It won’t kill you. It feels like you can’t breathe, but you actually are breathing. It feels like you’ll never stop crying, but you actually will.

So now I just assume that it won't work, and that if it does work, I'll lose it anyway. This is meant to protect me, although it doesn't, because somehow the hope sneakily finds its way in. I'm never aware of the hope until it's gone, whooshed away like a rug pulled from under my feet, each time I hear another "I'm sorry.

They say it's good to let your grudges go, but I don't know, I'm quite fond of my grudge. I tend it like a little pet.