Well, I don’t want to sound all self-pitying and pathetic, even though, honestly, my present situation totally justifies sounding that way. I had two almost perfect years, actually. Michael was the reason for them. In trying to be perfect for him, I ended up having a lot of fun. Until Michael, I ...
Doing it hurt me quite a bit; I felt like there was no place anywhere on me from my shoulders down that wasn’t beat up. I had been in surgery for four hours and had had two blood transfusions. I guess I had something called an ectopic pregnancy, where the baby is in your tubes and not your uterus...