Thirty Seven Years
I remember it like it was yesterday. It was the day after Thanksgiving. I had begged my husband not to leave me alone but he wanted to go to a football game with his buddies. I had just gotten out of the hospital with pre-eclampsia and the news that our child was severly growth retarded. He left me on the pull out couch with a fire in the fireplace for warmth. He had turned the heat down to 60 degrees to save money. I had to get up and put logs on the fire to keep it going. I felt the baby... Sign in to see full entry.