I hate coming home to an empty house. I open the door, and there is nothing. It is quiet. Lonely. Always dark. I sit my things down on the table, feed the cats, and then take my meds.
I take five pills. First, birth control. As much as I want another baby, as many times as Cameron has told me as soon as we are married we could try. When he left he told me I could stop taking it. But, I am afraid. If I stop taking it, and we have a baby right away I can’t continue my other medications, and then what? An overly hormonal, bipolar, manic, crazy women…the odds don’t seem to be in my favor, or the babies.
The second pill I take is an antidepressant. I have taken it longer than any of the others. When I started it I didn’t know I was…
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