Seth and I had been trying for a child for way too long, and while I believed that not being able to conceive was something that would brought is closer together, Seth thought otherwise.
“I don’t know how much longer I can handle this…” he said while we were seated opposite each other at the kitchen table.
“What do you mean?” I asked, feeling my heart drop realizing where the conversation was going.
“You know I want children, and time is not on our side, Willa,” Seth said, almost sounding too cold for what he was saying.
“What do you want from me?” I asked. “To walk away? Leave this marriage? Quit fighting for your love?”
