I confront the grief of choosing a sperm donor instead of building a family through romantic love. As I process that pain, I realize I’ve been trying to live by someone else’s script and finally give myself permission to write my own story.
It was December 2008, my third Christmas at the hospital. As a single person with no family nearby, I had made a point of always trading my Thanksgiving shift for Christmas so that a mama or a papa could have the day off to be with family. This year was no exception.
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