I felt tears fill my eyes.
“Please, Carter. It still hurts.”
He looked straight at me and said the sentence I would never forget.
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“You became a mother, not disabled.”
Our fifteen-year-old daughter, Lily, came out of her room.
“Dad, what’s going on?”
“You’re watching the baby while your mother gets some exercise.”
Lily looked at me.
“Mom, you don’t look okay.”
I wanted to tell her the truth.
I wanted to say, Help me.
Instead, I stayed silent.
Part of me had started wondering if Carter was right.
Maybe I was weak.
Maybe other women recovered faster.
Maybe I was complaining too much.
So I put on my shoes and went outside.
The street was almost empty.
The air was cold.
My stomach hurt with every step.
And then I heard Carter’s car behind me.
He wasn’t running with me.
