because I can’t have children.” My words come out as raw and painful as the wound in my chest. “What the hell are you talking about?” “I have polycystic ovary syndrome,” I tell him, my throat tight. “I found out after I came back from your graduation. I had a physical with my doctor after we… well you know, and it came up. I don’t ovulate because I don’t have regular menstrual cycles. It’s why I am on the pill. The doctor told me my chances of ever having children are slim to none.”
