I’ve worked at the same place for almost 6 years now. In my first few months working there I started personal training one of the members. I trained her twice a week every week for a few months, then started training her 2 daughters and eventually he husband as well. Within a year of working there she knew all of the ins and outs of my life as I did hers.
She knew of our plans to start trying. And then I got really busy at work and hired more trainers, one of which was a great match for this woman and her family-which lightened up my schedule while I was newly pregnant with Ava and not telling anyone. So by the time I lost that pregnancy I was no longer working with her every week.
I still see her every day at the club. We have never discussed my reproductive issues. But I suspect it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out there is something wrong with us seeing how we’ve been married so long and my weight has steadily increased over the past 2 years-which is odd for a Fitness Director.
This woman peeked her head in my office last week and asked if I’d seen a recent movie and I had said “no” but I had heard it’s doing well in the box office. And she looked at me and said “have you read the book?” I said “no, I haven’t ,is it worth a read??” She responded “oh yes, and I think you would find some of the characters could be found right here.”
So with my insomnia creeping back lately-I open up my Kindle to see if its one of the thousand books my husband loaded into my reader-and sure enough it is. I start reading it and immediately have a bad feeling. But other parts have interested me so I read on. And then I almost vomit when I get about half way through the book when the woman who clearly was having “secret” issues with fertility miscarries a 5 month pregnancy into a toilet and is bleeding out on the bathroom floor.
Tell me Celia has a happy ending in this book.
Otherwise I am going to be forced to punch this member in the face for ever recommending that I read this while clearly letting me know that there is a character in the book that I will recognize-cause sure as shit there are no black helpers or skeeters or hilly’s at my club.