What sort of cruel irony is it that as soon as I finally quit thinking about Joseph all the time and quit wanting a boyfriend and so on and so forth, that it turns out that I just might have a disease that puts me in rediculously large amounts of pain until I start having children. Or I might have a hard time getting pregnant. Or I might not be
(
Read more... )
Comments 6
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment