My Wife and I Waited Years to Have a Child – But When She Finally Gave Birth, She Screamed, ‘That’s Not My Baby!’
I met June when we were twenty-two, both young and broke but endlessly hopeful. She worked double shifts at a campus café and somehow still had enough light left to make everyone feel seen. By twenty-five, we were sharing a tiny apartment above a bakery, living on laughter, burnt coffee, and plans for a future…
