I mean, I put the matches down. And I’m here. So that counts. I’m not crying (as much) anymore. I’m not checking the time on my phone and calculating how far into my post-uterine life I am supposed to be. I’m just… here. Waiting. I have no answers to offer you. We have two roads […]
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