I Lost Our Baby and Found Myself

In the three years I was with Adam Gilbert, he spent most of them taking care of Madison Brooks.

Whenever we had a date, Madison always had some crisis that called him away.

If she couldn't sleep at three in the morning, she needed him there too.

Adam and I fought about it more times than I could count.

And every single time, he said the same thing.

"Can't you be a little more generous? Madison's just my friend. Don't stoop to a kid's level, all right?"

Then came the day I lost the baby.

Adam had gone off with Madison again, this time to Iceland to see the northern lights.