I was sitting by the Thames on a cold metal bench, the wind beating my miserable face, sobbing and shaking, like I have never done before in public (as an adult at least).
The despair and hopelessness seemed like it would never end, I felt wretched and my husband-to-be watched on helplessly.
"I don't even know if I want children anymore. Look at what this has done to you, look at what you have become. I alone can't make you happy. You will never be happy until you have a baby." he said rather coldly.
How did I get here? I shall explain gradually in this blog, and update whenever I feel necessary. I only hope that this infertility blog is one with a happy ending.
Sending you big hugs. This is hard for everyone. Your husband-to-be frustrated because he can't "fix" things.
ReplyDeleteI know you probably don't want to hear this right now, but I know that, regardless of what happens, you can have a happy ending.