I told my husband last week that it was nice to laugh. We spent the night laughing and it felt good. He thought I was crazy, but what I meant was that it was nice to laugh and not feel guilty. For a long time after Willow was born, I felt guilty when I laughed. That it was wrong to enjoy myself and I that I should be filled with sadness. So last week, I realized that I was laughing again without thinking about, without guilt. It was nice.
ten years
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