Tyler brought me to a fine dining restaurant, one where the sky becomes our roof and the shades of sunset gilded the plate and glasses.

            I am so content with my life now. I have a fine dinner plus a fine and cocky husband. I am back to my Tyler-worshipping mood, my irritation from him has now dissipated.

            Is this what it feels like to be pregnant? Emotions come and go, irritation knocks and leaves.

            I’ll just endure this for nine months. But Melissa does not seem to be like me. She seems calm and jolly, still beautiful-looking. How can I be like her?

            There is nothing more I could...