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Confessions Of A Lost Girl
Since becoming an adult, I’ve struggled to decide what I want out of life.
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But the one thing I always knew with unwavering certainty was that, one day, I wanted to be a mother. My heart’s full of love, I’m patient af, the beauty and innocence of babies and children makes my ovaries quiver, so let’s go! I thought.
When I met the love of my life and we decided to start a family, I was quietly confident that I had whatever it took to do it right.
Pre-kids, I imagined that the ritual of birth would purify me somehow, transform me from slightly lost, foul-mouthed maiden into cool, calm matriarch.
Nothing would phase me, I’d feel utterly fulfilled, I’d be honoured to forego anything for the benefit of my children; my body, time, freedom.
I imagined that mothers inherently did not mind the chaos, domesticity and fatigue, the crying, shit and sick, they just absorbed it all in a warm, pink glow of maternal love.
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Motherhood is nothing like I thoug
