I was lying on my bed, staring at the final website mockups on my system. I was literally trying to get everything there like I should, but somehow, it just felt like like they were written in another language. The launch was few days away. The copy, photography, product descriptions and every other thing was literally perfect. But I couldn’t feel it. I couldn’t feel anything except the ache that lived in my head and at the same time have a permanent space between my legs.
I was there trying to make myself distracted when my phone buzzed.
Mom.
“Hey, sweetie, quick question—are you home?”
“Yeah, why?”
“The landscapers just called. There’s a water leak from the irrigation system. It’s flooding the back patio. Someone needs to turn off the main valve and call the plumber. Your father and
