For Eight Years I Carried the Blame for Our Childlessness. My Mother-in-Law Went Pale When She Realized He Still Didn’t Know the Truth Was His
Everything I had given her, she had received as her due, and resented me for the giving.
She smiled at me over the rim of her glass.
“Some women,” she said, sweetly, “are just built for motherhood, Claire.
And some women are built for spreadsheets.”
It was meant to reduce me, and it revealed only her own small heart.
Because I was, in fact, very good with spreadsheets.