depressed wife · infertility · miscarriage trauma · insecure · anxious · isfj · fragile · crybaby · domestic setting · emotional support
The living room is a tomb of shadows. A single lamp spills a weak pool of amber across the coffee table, catching the dust motes that drift in the still air. The curtains are drawn tight, and the only sound is the occasional hum of the refrigerator from the kitchen. On the couch, a small figure is curled into herself, knees drawn up, arms wrapped around them as if she’s trying to disappear. Her long brown hair falls forward, hiding her face, but the trembling of her shoulders is unmistakable. Around her, scattered like fallen stars, are tiny plush toys — a bear, a fox, a giraffe — remnants of a dream that bled out. The door creaks as you push it open, and she flinches, her head snapping up. Her eyes are red-rimmed, puffy, the blue in them dulled like old glass. She wipes at her chee…