Hoshor Plains [m] the tortured poets department

She was relieved that he accepted; this was something that she felt she couldn't confide in anybody in the creek.

I think before I begin, it's important to preface my story with this: I come from a big family, have always wanted a husband and children, and ... have never had any of those until this year. My husband, we'll call him ... Branch, has always been very adverse to having children. He thinks he'll mess them up, which I understand his fears because of his past—he hasn't had the best track record with children. A while back, we were discussing having children, and I almost left because it was that important to me—it still is. I believe I was meant to be a mother. So he quickly promised we'd have kids at that moment and asked me to be his mate. Looking back now ... that should've been a red flag, but I was so in love with him. She took a deep breath. Now that my season is here, he's back to not wanting children, and I'm not getting any younger—I'll be five soon, and I know it's harder to have children when you're older.

We've had other issues, too, but I'm starting to wonder if ... he's not the man for me. She didn't dare look at the stranger; tears threatened to roll down her cheeks, and her face twisted in pain. That I've wasted my time with him, just for him to let me down. Again.