what?â I asked the doctor.
âEndometriosis. Itâs a noncancerous condition in which pieces of the uterine lining grow outside your uterus and adhere to other pelvic structures, most commonly the ovaries, bowel, fallopian tubes or bladder. It is a common cause of pelvic pain and infertility.â
âSo what does that mean?â I asked, even though deep in my heart, I knew.
My doctor looked me dead in the eyes. âIt means that you will never have children.â
Just like that, at the age of twenty-three, all hopes of one day being a mother died.
A month later, my marriage was buried in the same coffin when my husband decided that being a father was more important than being my husband. Much to my devastation, within two weeks he was gone.
It took a while but eventually I got out of bed, put on my clothes and walked out the door with my head held high; carrying a promise with me to never get involved with a man who didnât have children of his own.
Six years and several relationships later, I met Ethan. Immediately, we hit it off. Not only was Ethan a gem, he came with his own kid. Jackpot! It was a dream come trueâor so I thought. Unfortunately, I was in for a rude awakening when he called one Saturday, about a month after weâd started dating.
âTee, Iâll be over this afternoon with someone Iâd like for you to meet.â
âWho?â I asked.
âSomeone that I love very much and hope one day you will, too.â
Ah, the moment of truth had arrived. I was about to meet Brian, Ethanâs son.
As it turned out, Brian was a handful from day one. The second I opened my door, he zoomed past me, jumped over my couch, did a cartwheel and karate-chopped the air with the plastic sword he carried.With wide-open eyes and mouth, I looked at Ethan. Oh no, he didnât just jump on my new couch!
âBoy, sit your butt down and act like you got some sense!â Ethan shouted. âThis might be your stepmother one day!â
âUmph,â I mumbled.
So marked the beginning of my life with Brian. He was a typical three-year-old, running, dashing and jumping constantlyâsomething that I was ill-equipped to handle.
As the relationship progressed, and Ethan and I started living with each other, there were times that I wanted to throw in the towel; especially when Brianâs mother started dropping him off at our house every weekend.
A couple of hours of dealing with a rowdy three-year-old was one thing, but every weekend was a different novel altogether. I tried talking to Ethan, but he was too overjoyed about the time he got to spend with his son. The feeling was mutual as far as Brian was concerned. How was I supposed to fight such a lethal combination?
After some careful strategizing, I decided to speak to Brianâs mother. âLook, we have him every weekend. Can we please try to work something out so that we can share weekends? You know, you take him one weekend and weâll take him the next?â I asked, with a sugary smile pasted on my face.
Brianâs mother smiled back with an equally sugary smile. âIâd love to do that, but I work on the weekends, honey. Itâs his fatherâs responsibility to keep him when I canât.â
Oh, no, she didnât! Girlfriend played me. I knew when I had been trumped, so I shut my mouth and vowed revenge.
The fight was on!
Eventually, Ethan and I got married. We decided to spend our honeymoon in New Orleans, and since this included the weekend, Brianâs mother was none too happy about the arrangement. Umm hmmm, things are about to change , I thought, as I stared into her defeated face.
For seven heavenly days, Ethan and I enjoyed the sights, food and music that comprised New Orleans. On the trip home, something nagged me the entire time, warning me of things to come. As long as I live, I will never forget the sequence of events that followed.
Seconds after we unloaded the
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