Winning Back His Ex's Wife's Broken Heart by Hayley

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My second trimester.

The nursery had become my personal Everest. Every time I walked by that half-finished room, I felt it mocking me-chaotic and incomplete, just like my confidence.

The crib was still in its box, the curtains were too short, and the tiny clothes Richard had folded with so much care looked lost in the clutter.

I stood in the doorway that morning, holding a paint swatch in one hand and a baby blanket in the other. "Alright," I muttered to myself. "Today's the day."

But where to begin? The mountain of choices loomed in front of me, each decision feeling like it carried the weight of the world.

Should I pick a light color? A dark one? A theme? Should I do the walls in stripes or leave it neutral?

Everything felt like a big deal, even though logically, I knew it probably wasn't. Was I overthinking it? Probably.

I took a deep breath and stood still for a moment. I felt like a million thoughts were swirling around my head at once, and none of them were helping.

The baby was coming soon-whether the room was ready or not. Why was I letting something like paint and furniture take up so much space in my mind?

I should have felt excitement. Instead, I felt paralyzed by choices. Shouldn't I be making these decisions with ease?

Other parents seemed so confident-maybe too confident. They knew exactly what they wanted. Not me.

I sat down on the floor, my legs suddenly weak under the weight of it all. Maybe I should have let Richard take the lead on this.

He always seemed to know exactly what needed to be done. Maybe I was just too tired. Or too emotional.

I was pregnant, after all. But that thought didn't make me feel better. It only made me feel like I was making excuses.

That's when I pulled out my phone. I needed a little outside perspective. Zoe always had a way of cutting through the noise.

and waited,

Bear!" Zoe's cheerful voice cracked through the phone, her usual

to keep my voice steady but failing miserably. "I'm standing here in the nursery, holding this paint swatch, and I

only Zoe's laughter could be. "Okay, first

like the end of the

you're overwhelmed. But that's exactly why I'm here to talk you down. You got

just... it's like every little thing is a big decision. And what if I choose the wrong thing? What if this isn't

a room. It's not going to define how your kid turns

comfortable, and where you're going to spend a lot of time together. That's all. Stop stressing." "I guess.

just

feeling a bit lost in the choices. "I was thinking of sage green, but then I saw this soft yellow, and now

her voice warm with certainty. "It's calming, neutral, and won't give you a headache every time you walk in the room. You'll be looking

One decision down. See

to figure out

makes sense to you. No one else is going to

she couldn't see

in all the tiny details. It's easy to want everything perfect, but perfection doesn't exist. Your baby won't care if you go with a pink crib or a wooden one. They just want your

problem. I'm here for you. Now, go get started. The room won't

at that.

"Good. You've got this."

***

Zoe's words still echoing in my mind, I felt the weight on my shoulders begin to lift. I knew it wasn't going to be perfect, but that was

I found myself in the nursery again, staring at the walls and the pile of things I had yet to

"Yeah, I've made some progress. Sage green, thanks to

as he came over and kissed

for advice. She

through his hair. "That sounds

my jeans, "I think I'm going to focus on the crib first. I

"Sounds like a plan."