I was sitting somewhere - a living room perhaps? - with my old co-worker friend who hid her pregnancy from me.
She leaned forward and said, "You know, I have to tell you, I am really upset that you never reached out to me to congratulate me on Baby ___."
And I let out in a gigantic roar of tears, "You're upset? You're upset? I have six fucking rings on my finger (as I flip her my middle finger where these rings now lie). My babies are dead. All dead. Six dead babies. I had to find that you gave birth to a beautiful healthy girl on facebook? ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE?
Dreamin' ain't pretty.