All Her Broken Pieces (Broken #1)

CHAPTER 6

Bridget

Ethan stayed through dinner before I cut him free with a short kiss at the door. For the life of me, I cannot figure out what he possibly sees in me, and I cannot let him continue chasing me. It’s a waste of both of our time. Especially now with my cyst. While it’s unlikely, and I’m basing most of my information on Google because I couldn’t ask the nurse any questions in front of Ethan, I’ve found out that while this procedure may not make me infertile, the likelihood of me having children will significantly decrease. If my age hasn’t already impacted that.

There’s a sadness that lingers in the back of my brain about it. I’ve never wanted children. But knowing now with certainty that the odds really are against me brings out a melancholy in me I didn’t know existed. Not sadness over not having children, but over the loss of the choice. I’ve felt good about my decision not to have them, but now the choice might not even be mine. And I feel guilty over that when there are women out there who are heartbroken over not conceiving, and I’m heartbroken over the lack of a choice. What is wrong with me?