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» daisy Two days ago, via e-mail, I received a mass-mailed announcement that G had given birth to a daughter. Also in the e-mail was the assurance that Father, Mother and Baby were all doing well, and a link to photos. I haven't looked at the photos. I don't think I will. To tell you the truth, I'm a bit shocked to have received the mail. Apparently it's the same message that went out to family and friends of the happy triad. I don't know what made anyone think to count me into that group? Ah well, I sucked it up and sent a short congratulatory note and a thank you for the book she had shipped to me for my birthday. It's not that I'm angry or hurt or sad. I'm not jealous either. It's just strange to see a shadow of a life you might have lived. I think that seeing a picture of G with her little baby in her arms might leave an indelible image in my mind that I'll have to wrestle with for months or years to come. So I won't go following that link in that e-mail to see what the progeny of the woman I once called "wife" and the man I've never seen looks like. I'll just sit here and look at all the beautiful things and wonderful people around me. I have learned to be happy, but I have also learned my limits.
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