I went to a bridal shower last week, a work friend who is getting married in May. It was a nice little gathering. Good food, good people. I managed to blank myself out when they talked about babies. It was only uncomfortable for a few minutes and the whole thing passed without incident.
And then today, the thank you note for my gift came. The bride-to-be hoped that the next shower for the workplace would be for me.
It was supposed to be. There's some chance that it may yet, of course, if nobody else decides to have kids or get married soon. But that simple sentence, from someone who knows nothing about what happened, stung horribly.
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