My Mother-in-Law Pointed at My Baby and Screamed

me in the pumping room. I was hooked up again because if I didn’t pump, my breasts turned into hot rocks. The milk collected in bottles we couldn’t use. Pale yellow. Thick. Useless.

Linda stared at the floor.

“I need to tell you the rest,” she said.

I almost said no.

I was tired of truths. Truth was starting to feel like someone dropping bricks into my continue reading …