I miss my son. The fat, healthy baby I left before he was even three months old.
Charles really gave me no tolerance at all. He kicked me out of his life, out of our son's life. He even made an agreement in front of stern-faced lawyers, stating that I had to stay as far away from their lives as possible or there would be legal sanctions if I broke the agreement.
"Come on, don't be a crybaby, Gina," my mother said curtly. "This is better for you. You don't have to bother taking care of a baby who wants to suckle and cries all the time, a demanding husband, and a fussy, controlling mother-in-law."
I felt suffocated. My breasts hurt so much, because my milk was full, but there was no baby to suckle on them. I had to pump and throw away this precious milk, making my heart bleed.
I thought after all the trouble that made Charles kick me out, I would feel nothing, like when I was having an affair with Bryan and Larry.