Destiny
I was shocked. I stared at him, my mind reeling with what he just told me.
Low sperm count. The words replayed over and over in my head. Low sperm count, low sperm count. He knew and never told me. I tried to remember when we got back from the doctors. He had seemed a little distant. I thought it was because he was as frustrated as I was, wondering why we couldn’t conceive.
Of all the memories to survive the accident, it was that one. Not the emotional abuse. Not infidelity. His low sperm count.
I slowly got out of the bed and sat in the chair. I needed space to process this new information.
“Desitny?”
I couldn't answer. The pain in my chest was spreading. All the IVF treatments. The hormones. The weight gain. I blamed myself for everything every time my period came, or afte
