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Where my hormones were literally beating the snot out of me to get me in extreme proximity to any naked male once a month, and now the occasional bout with self-pity for not having a son to help me with the heavy stuff, my one moment in all of my twenties of perfect insight telling me that giving birth was no way to treat someone you love has continued to fill my life with transcendent meaning.
I don't mean to shame you for not realizing this before it was too late, and I know the love helps blunt the guilt pangs, and you pity my lack of womanly fulfillment, but, damn, sorry, I'm the best parent I ever met.
always and any time....
