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~CAROLINE~ Am I wrong, selfish, outright disgusting for not wanting to be pregnant? Unsure if motherhood is a road I want to travel to? No, I should have told Troy earlier, before the procedure, or we wouldn’t be in this mess. He was right. We had options. We've always been a partnership and I sullied everything we created together with one lone decision. Damn it. My mind spiraled out of control, leaving me numb while I watched my husband walk out the door after I’d practically shouted my insecurities to him. Then, eventually, I fell back into bed, staring at the beige wall, the color gradually dimming as the sun went down. It wasn’t until the room went completely dark that I fell asleep, tears streaking my face and the pillow. Everything inside me wanted to call him, to apologize, but