I crawled into bed and shoved a group of books aside. My flannel shirt was a bit too warm but I didn't bother to change. My body ached fiercely. Children may be small but they're still so heavy. My skinny arms were no match for growing toddlers.
I lay there while nursery rhymes paraded around my brain. Every time I closed my eyes I could picture the fights and hear the tantrums. Every sound in the house I thought one of them was trying to get into my bedroom despite knowing they went home hours ago.
I never had that motherly instinct.
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Ride On
FanfictionI'm fine. Everything's fine. A young woman's journal on the ups and downs of life. Warnings: Mentions of depression and anxiety, brief mention of suicide. Book One
