January 26, 2011
At least I’m not in my late thirties but in my early 30s, and maybe, just maybe, there is a chance for me to have a baby some day. Or maybe not. I’ve actually strangely stopped caring for now – someone said to me, ‘if you want to make God laugh, you tell him your plans’. As soon as I decided I was leaving, everything changed – the resentment and anger lifted from me like mold on the corner of a room crouching away from a single brilliant, crisp, direct ray of sun. I am so over this.