I’m tired of being happy for other people. Why do I have to be happy for things other people really take for granted?
I’m tired of my father and his stupid, insensitive comments. I know he means well, but it doesn’t make him any less of a jerk face. He doesn’t get it. Any of it. Delusional.
I’m ashamed that my husband has such a positive attitude about the future and I feel like dead weight.
I’m tired of people reassuring me that I’ll get pregnant. Stop lying to me to make yourself feel better. I can’t get pregnant without IVF, and there’s no guarantee that’s going to happen either. Reassure me that I’ll be happy either way, but stop the useless optimism. It’s only going to make me angry and you look like an asshole.
I just needed to indulge in a bit of self pity. I’ll stop the vomit now.
Surgery went well Monday, but I stayed home from work Wednesday because I wasn’t feeling well. I think I just overdid it Tuesday. I see the RE next Friday.
The pictures are there just to break up the monotony of complaints.
I’m doing okay, really.