I’d said yes twice and now my life was filled with people who knew me well. Intimately. Rory knew about every drop of food I put into my mouth. Marty offered my nightly affirmations. My groups knew about the dirty dick I’d sucked, my pinworms, my temper tantrums. Wasn’t that what I’d always wanted? People to fully know me and all my stories while also sharing theirs with me. That was definitely part of it and now I wanted more. I wanted a family of my own, one like Marnie’s, Patrice’s, Rory’s, and Nan’s. I was grateful for what I had but new desires bloomed: To have a family of my own with a
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