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MAISIE

Sometimes, I wonder why I even try.

A year and a half ago, I stared down at those two pink lines, my hands shaking, my heart pounding so hard I thought it might burst. I was finally going to be a mother. Just like I’d always dreamed of.

But dreams are funny things, aren’t they?

Because the reality was nothing like the fairytale I’d imagined.

The father of my baby—the man I loved—wasn't the