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The Promise I Made My Ex-Husband That I’ll Never Break
Raising our daughter with him is the most important contract I’ll ever honor.
We fought hard for our daughter. Most of my first marriage was spent taking my temperature every day and marking it on a fertility chart that hung on the back of the bathroom door.
My first pregnancy ended in a doctor's office where my husband and I went for my latest check-up, anxious to hear that little baby’s heartbeat again. Only this time, there was silence. I was sure my dreams of being a mother were gone with that heartbeat.
Some months later, I was sitting at a stoplight on my way home from work and I had a realization as plain as day. I was pregnant. I felt it. There are some things a woman just knows. I stopped at the drug store on the way home for a pregnancy test. I was right. That day I learned I was pregnant with our daughter, Caroline, was the same day our first baby would have been born.
She became my miracle baby.
She wasn’t even three and I was barely in my 30s when I realized that being her dad’s wife was not my place in this world. I made the choice to find what that place was knowing her life would never be the same.
