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Court took the week off work and spent most of it in bed. I tried repeatedly to reason with her, but she was adamant that she wasn’t ready to deal with any of the implications of Joe being a father.
“He needs you, now more than ever, Court. I’m shocked that you aren’t there for him, even as a friend.” I tried to guilt her into contacting Joe.
“I know. I’m a terrible person,” she wailed.
This wasn’t at all the reaction I had been going for, so I quickly changed the direction of the conversation. “No, Sweetie. You are a wonderful person. Joe and this helpless little boy are just trying to figure out how to go on from here, and they need all of the support we can give them. They need you.”
“I can’t be any kind of a mother-figure to this child. I don’t know how.”
“No one is asking you
