Posted by Anonymous on 2015/02/28 under Uncategorized It’s the small things I think about when I’m all alone….like, I wish I had a mother to talk my fears over with. I’m completely scared of being a mother again. I don’t want to do it. What if I die? What if I end up sick again? I love this man I know I’m going to walk down the Isle for. But…he wants 2 kids….I don’t think I can do it…..There’s nobody to call now..grandma is gone and grandpa isn’t able to talk to me.