1945
The New year came in and I thought I would be happy, that my relationship with Hans would be great. I had a son with the man I loved but I still couldn't be happy. After giving birth to Heinrich I was happy for that day but as the days went by reality set in. I was someone's mother and that scared me. I loved my son but I felt overwhelmed and sad, it didn't help that Hans was always working and when he was at home we fought constantly. I didn't trust him, a part of me believed that he was still cheating on me. I cried constantly and I didn't know why. I could barely look after Heinrich and Hans were always on my case because of it. I was sitting at the table after breastfeeding Heinrich and putting him in his bassinet, I heard the door open and Hans walked into the living room. My ey
