"No matter how much Elizabeth loved me... I could never shake the sense that I was, for her, like a supplementary arm grafted onto the center of her stomach. Occasionally, the limb would prove helpful, say, when she needed to hold a third cup or haul something heavy, but most days the limb was an obstruction, a severely noticeable appendage that people treated with kindness and respect to hide their concern."
— Jul 23, 2024 05:07PM
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