My husband had twins with my best friend and told me he finally had the family I could never give him. I signed the divorce papers without arguing — and then his mother answered my message with one sentence that told me the divorce wasn’t the end of anything.

He cried in the kitchen the night the Marchetti term sheet came in and told me he owed me everything.

Four years later he described that money, in a deposition, as “family funds.”

The fertility work started in 2021.

Two years. Three clinics. The last one was Verano Reproductive in Alder Mesa, which is a two-hour drive each way, which I made twenty-nine times.

Every panel, both of us, came back without an identified factor. Unexplained. That is a real category and it is the worst one, because there is nothing to fix and no one to blame, and human beings cannot tolerate no one to blame for very long.