Man, I could do so much with that. It’s fun to think about. The whole future becomes a different place if you have those memories.

“I know you don’t believe me and you think I’m insane, but I can’t let you come back home. I allowed us to come this far so my daughter would be born. She has the same name, but they aren’t the same person. A different sperm made it to the egg or something. I have no photos to prove it, but I have 15 years of memories. If you come home this kid will experience trauma that I’m certain of. You won’t be happy. You won’t get it together. Not here. Your mom will make you get it together so stay there. That lump in your breast won’t be cancer. You’ll be surprised by the other breast and you won’t even be paying attention because this isn’t malignant. Get regular checkups.”

I’d go through all of that and then, bam, she gets hit by a bus at 24 because she wasn’t in our personal hell haha.

Of all the things that could have happened, we got what we got.

I am not at all where I hoped I’d be, but I’m exactly where I want to be. Any small change could destroy that.