She pulled back just enough to look at me, her hands gently cupping my face as she wiped away my tears.
“No. No, of course it doesn’t,” she said firmly.
“The child did nothing to me… and I’m already resenting him or her. That has to make me a horrible person right?”
“It doesn’t,” she insisted softly. “It means you’re human. You’re hurt. You’re grieving—not just your marriage, but your baby too.” Her thumb brushed under my eyes. “It’s not your fault for feeling angry, okay? He didn’t just cheat… he created something with someone else. You have every right to feel the way you do.”
I nodded weakly, letting her words settle, even if they didn’t fully ease the ache.
She pulled me back into her embrace, her hand gently stroking my hair the way she used to when I was younger.
“It’s okay,” s
