The Seven Husbands of Taylor Swift

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TAYLOR SWIFT
As the days turned into weeks and weeks into months, each one felt like a century. My body was a battleground. The once-familiar aches and pains of growing pains were now amplified a thousandfold. My belly, once a cute little bump, had ballooned into a monstrous sphere, pulling my skin taut and itchy. The weight of it was crushing, and the constant discomfort was a relentless torment.

I was exhausted, but sleep was elusive. My restless legs kept me awake, and my back ached with a dull, persistent throb. Every trip to the bathroom felt like a Herculean task, and I found myself counting down the minutes between trips.

Taylor tried his best, I suppose. He'd rub my back and bring me a glass of water, but his empathy seemed to waver. It was like he was trying to perform a role, rather than genuinely feeling my pain. And I couldn't blame him entirely. We were both teenagers, still figuring out life, let alone the complexities of parenthood.

Looking back, I realize we were both pretending to know what we were doing. We put on a brave face, tried to act like adults, but the truth was, we were just kids playing dress-up. There are some things in life you can't fake, and parenthood is definitely one of them.

Before my belly got too big, I used to play guitar and write songs. But pregnancy made it impossible. I couldn't fit my guitar around my bump, and I was always tired. When I stopped playing music, I couldn't stop thinking about the baby. I wondered if becoming a mom meant giving up my whole future just to change diapers.

I remember the day as if it were yesterday. It was a turning point in my life, a moment that forever altered the course of my existence. As I stood in the nursery, my hands resting on the cool wood railing of the crib, a wave of emotions washed over me. It was late, and sleep evaded me, leaving me alone with my thoughts. My gaze was fixed on the empty crib, a silent canvas for the dreams I held for our unborn child.

"Taylor, I've been thinking about our future," I began, my voice trembling slightly. "I'm starting to worry about how we're going to balance our careers with raising a baby."

"I understand," he replied, his expression softening. "It's a lot to think about."

"I know," I continued. "But I want us to be honest with each other. Do you still want to pursue your career as aggressively as you have been? Or are you willing to slow down a bit?"

"I'm not sure," he admitted. "I've always been driven to succeed in my career. But I also want to be a good father to our child."

"I know," I said, nodding. "And I want to be a good mother. But I'm afraid that if we both continue to pursue our careers at full speed, we're going to miss out on so much of our child's childhood."

"I don't want that to happen either," he said, his voice filled with regret.

"So what do we do?" I asked, my voice filled with uncertainty.

"I don't know," he replied. "But we need to figure it out together."

"I agree," I said. "We need to talk about our priorities and decide what's most important to us. Is it our careers, or is it our family?"

We say in silence for a very long time before Taylor answered. "I think we need to prioritize our careers," he said thoughtfully. "We've both worked hard to get where we are, and I don't want to give up on our dreams."

"I agree," I replied, feeling a pang of guilt. "But I also don't want to neglect our child."

"We can find a way to balance both," Taylor assured me. "We can hire a nanny or put our child in daycare. And we can make sure to spend quality time with them every day."