Page 81 of Loving Taylor
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"It's not like that," I said, brushing off her concern.
She gave me a sad smile. "I can tell. It happened to me."
I only had a rough outline of what had happened between the man who had fathered me and the mother who had only been able to cope with the help of alcohol to numb the pain.
"I know the story." I wasn't sure I wanted a walk down that memory again.
"Loving someone makes you feel like you can do anything, but on the reverse, heartbreak can slowly kill any will to live." She looked down at her clasped hands. "I thought I had found the type of love that would last."
I pulled my hands from the table.
"The reality was it only lasted until I got pregnant with you.”
"I was a reminder of that,” I snapped, feeling angry.
