With all of the choices we have as women, sometimes it's difficult to know which decisions will bring us the most joy. Below is an image of a women who fears she has chosen poorly.
Duck Duck Goose
"I don't think I want children," I told my husband gripping the edge of our glass topped kitchen table as if I would go hurling off into space if I let go. It was a Sunday in early May. The sun was shining in through the window and the scent of apple blossoms filled the air. This should have been a good day. Isn't this what I had wanted? I felt dizzy and depleted. I had been holding these words in for months, afraid to let them out. But this morning they shot from my mouth like the bad mussels I had eaten two years ago, and my body would not stop wrenching until they were out of my system.
Michael sat to my left wearing his usually preppy attire, flat front khaki shorts and the blue and white gingham shirt I had gotten him for Christmas. I could not look at him. I kept my gaze resting on a penny that sat on the table, trying to keep myself from falling out of my chair. My grip tightened on the edge of the table as I heard Michael push his chair away from the table and stand. He placed his hand on my head and patted it as if we were playing a game of duck duck goose.
"Of course you do darling," he said and then he left the room.