And then I lost my baby.
I thought that loss would completely destroy me.
As if everything they’d already done wasn’t cruel enough, Ryan and my sister actually invited me and the children to their wedding.
I immediately said no.
But my oldest daughter, nine-year-old Amelia, wanted to go.
I couldn’t blame her. No matter what had happened between Ryan and me, he was still her father. I knew my children would have a relationship with him, so I let her make her own choice.
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That morning, my mother came to pick Amelia up.
Before leaving, she even yelled at me for being a “terrible sister” who refused to support the family.
I said nothing.
I simply curled up under a blanket with my other three children, turned on their favorite cartoon, and tried to pretend that none of this was happening.
