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

good.”

He laughed.

And that laugh changed my life.

On our third date, I told him everything.

The diagnosis.

The surgeries.

The fertility concerns.

The fears.

The shame.

I waited for the familiar reaction.

The hesitation.

The retreat.

The disappointment.

Instead, Nathan reached across the table and took my hand.

“Emma,” he said softly.

“I’m falling in love with you.continue reading …