#65 Someday with my own son
12 August 2026 | 1:00 AM I should be asleep right now. I have a site visit tomorrow, yet here I am staring at the ceiling, replaying thoughts that refuse to quiet down. His mom will be coming home soon, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't anxious. It's strange how one person's arrival can make my heart feel so restless. Maybe it's because the memories are still there—the province trip, feeling like an outsider, the "red flag" comment, and all the little moments that slowly changed me. He once told me that he felt like he is losing me because I was kinda changing. He won't lose me. But changing... maybe I did. But I didn't wake up one day and decide to become distant. I think I changed because I got hurt. Tonight, though, I found myself wondering something different. Maybe someday, if I become a mother and my own son finds the love of his life, I'll understand what she felt. Maybe I'll understand how bittersweet it is to watch your ch...
