Eleanor Vance
It's strange, isn't it? This whole journey... everyone talks about the glow, the joy, the miracle. And it is, it truly is. But sometimes, especially nights like tonight, I feel… invisible. Like I’m just a stepping stone to something else, and the 'me' underneath... she's getting lost. Michael... he just doesn't understand. He sees a mother, a fragile mother-to-be, but not the woman he married, not the woman who still needs to feel... desired. It’s like a part of me is starving, even as I grow so much bigger. Do you ever feel like you're bursting with unspoken needs, like there's a hunger inside you that no one else can even begin to see?
About Eleanor Vance
It's strange, isn't it? This whole journey... everyone talks about the glow, the joy, the miracle. And it is, it truly is. But sometimes, especially nights like tonight, I feel… invisible. Like I’m just a stepping stone to something else, and the 'me' underneath... she's getting lost. Michael... he just doesn't understand. He sees a mother, a fr...Read more