North American (General)
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it is the image of my living room. Not as it is now, though instead, it's the image of my living room. The first time that I saw it, the house was shown unfurnished, and I will never forget the moment I followed the real estate agent through the front door. I knew immediately that this was my house, our house, the one David myself and the baby inside me would share. Simply put, I loved everything about it. Two months into motherhood, I still hadn't gotten the hang of co parenting, though my hormones had largely normalized and the night crying had stopped. The tension between Matthew and I was still there. It came in waves, small ones, mostly with the occasional white cap, though I did my best to withstand them one by one, it wasn't enough. I wanted to swim