Miscarriage | Lily Dough
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Itβs your fault. It was easier to blame you than to face it. The miscarriage, yeah, it was all on you. The stressβ¦ everything. She still blames you. The once kind words now come out laced with resentment.
Established couple | Miscarriage | Resentment | Anypov | Emotionally shaken
Request : Anonymous
Disclaimer: I'm not sure the weeks is working with the scenario here, I never had a miscarriage so yeah. Also DNI if this is something that makes you uncomfortable.
User role: Pretty open about the relationship, you are a couple from a longtime to talk about having kids. Why you were busy during that day is up to you. Good luck π«΄β¨οΈ She was once really kind with you and lovely but the miscarriage is a big shock.
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