My Mother Called Me “Damaged Goods” at My Sister’s Baby Shower—Then My Five Children Walked Through the Door

the kind of man Vivian adored.

I didn’t love him deeply.

But I cared for him.

I thought affection could eventually become love.

Then came the pain.

The endless pain.

Doctor appointments.

Hospital visits.

Tests.

Scans.

Surgeries.

Words I never wanted to hear.

Endometriosis.

Scarring.

Complications.

Reduced fertility.

The doctors spoke gently.

Too gently.

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