How shattering and painful it is, to be given a death sentence.
To be told that I can never have a child of my own.
The news came as a shock and the impact too great to absorb.
I felt my heart sink. And then sadness. I tried to contain it. Afterall I had a long day before me.
I tried to swallow my sadness. A plate of gnocchi. A hot chocolate. A double chocolate cake. A banana crumble. Truffle fries.
But I just couldn't.
I still had to meet Shirley. She didn't understand my pain. She didn't try to either. I didn't expect her to. Afterall, she has no problems.
But the sorrow ate me up as the news sank in. We went to my parent's place for dinner and while waiting I sat alone and tried to calm myself. I played some Candy Crush. Every swipe I made, the sadness ate me up more. Hot salty tears flowed. And it wouldn't stop.
2 days of crying. And I've settled into this depressive cycle.
Daryl doesn't want to be anywhere near me. He can't handle my sadness. Even with his swollen eyes, he insists on going to work.
Just to avoid me.
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