Writes..."Our Story"

"honestly i never really cared if we had a boy or a girl, our child's sex was of little importance to me. she may have, considering she already had two girls and wanted a boy but i wasn't concerned with what we were having. when i prayed at night i only asked that our baby be healthy and maybe a little selfishly, that the baby actually be mine. i mean she wasn't mine so it wasn't like the possibility of the life growing inside of her not being half me didn't exist. she was bound to another and i knew when she told me she loved me i wasn't the only one that claimed possession of her heart. i knew that when we started talking again. i knew that the months we'd spent re-connecting and developing stronger feelings for one another hadn't changed our respective situations. i knew it when she texted me i was going to make her fall in love with me. and i knew it when i read the message that she wrote that she had. our situation was, she was where she was and i wasn't there. that i loved her and she loved me, and she loved him. she was his and this child could be as well. but it was our situation. sometimes confusing and sometimes awkward, it was the reality we were living with. the consequence of having history that needed revision because we had been too young to know any better...