Growing up amidst divorce, minimal resources, and tragedy, I learned not to be optimistic. I was always awaiting the next crisis. If my husband didn’t answer his phone, I was certain he’d been in a fatal car wreck. I sniffled as I planned that man’s funeral at least weekly.
When my husband and I agreed to try to get pregnant, I worried constantly about both having a child and raising one.
My husband had none of these fears. Continue reading Braced for Catastrophe (#214)