pixiebelle

CW: Fertility and cancer. 

When I was younger, I made the mistake of having the same therapist as my partner. 

As I sat in her office, a pillow in my lap and tears in my eyes, I confessed to her that I was thinking of leaving my boyfriend. 

“Why? Aren’t things going well for the two of you?” 

“Well yes,” I said. “Very well. I have never been so happy.” 

“Then why are you thinking of ending things?” 

I struggled to say the words, because I knew what she was going to say. 

She was going to agree with me, I just knew it. Anyone with half a brain would agree that I needed to end things sooner rather than later. 

“I want to have children,” I blurted out.