Now finally free from abstinence, I lean on Elio's shoulder and drink heavily until I pass out.
The next day after sobering up, I open my laptop.
During these three years of trying to conceive, I've lost the stable job I once had.
Dashiell always says, "Our family is so wealthy, you should just be a rich housewife at home. Why bother with a career?"
"You have it good but insist on making things hard for yourself."
I had originally been determined not to let family squeeze out space for my career.
But after failing to get pregnant for so long, I finally listened to everyone's advice, quit my job, and stayed home to focus on getting pregnant.
Thinking about all this now, I find it laughable.
I followed the Stratton family's every word, while Dashiell was busy drugging me.
Who wouldn't call me pitiful after hearing this?
I focus on updating my resume and submitting it to major job recruiting websites.
But I happen to see news Dashiell posted on an American news site.