Why I can’t father a child
Mark listened intently, then asked why I believed I couldn’t father a child. His question struck a raw nerve, and I took a deep breath before responding. Admitting my infertility felt like unearthing a wound I’d kept buried for so long, but I needed his perspective. “I’m infertile,” I whispered, barely able to get the words out. Mark leaned back, taking in this new revelation, and I waited, tense, for his reaction.
Why I Can’t Father A Child
Hard truth revealed
It was a difficult truth to share, but I needed his insight. Mark’s expression softened with understanding as I explained my diagnosis. He nodded, absorbing the weight of my situation. “That’s a lot to handle,” he said, his tone full of sympathy. I realized that I hadn’t just unburdened myself—I had exposed my deepest fears. But Mark’s supportive gaze gave me the strength to keep going, encouraging me to keep seeking answers.
Hard Truth Revealed
