I knew this was a possibility-the likely outcome, holding on to a tiny sliver of hope as hormones delivered in pill form raged within me.
I am walking and talking apathy, forcing myself to participate.
My head in a fog as you tell me about your life.
Each negative test nudges me more and more towards an inability to care.
I want to plug my ears when I hear your children laughing.
I want to turn and run the other way as I see your belly grow.
Your words of encouragement are deafening.
I am completely and desperately alone.