dakotadawn
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I've posted here a million times, but I just gotta get it out there again and off my chest and out of my own head.
I am sad. I am beyond depressed most days. I am jealous, angry, bitter, and cold. Resentful, shy, and discouraged.
The last four years of my life have been such a rollercoaster. I was engaged to a really awful person. He messed with my head more than I can even comprehend to this day. I worked two full time jobs, I went to college, I bought a house all by the age of 18. I had a miscarriage...
At 19 we broke up. I was single, homeless, jobless, dropped out of college, living in a friends storage room next to her boxes of baby stuff and broke dressers. I had another miscarriage.
I met the love of my life. The man I am going to marry (actually, this time) and I have fallen head over heels in love with my life. Except for one thing... except I still have this horrible, aching, empty feeling in my chest. Three miscarriages.
Ten doctors. I've seen ten doctors for endometriosis, PCOS, retroversion, IBS, rh negative, you-name-it-ive-got-it syndrome. None will help. Their only cure is helping me get pregnant.
My life, as it stands, is not ready for a baby now. I was... I was ready, now I'm not. My fiance is a student, working now, but we're mostly living off of my paychecks. I'm a hairdresser and I work on commission only. That's not stable.
My whole life is surrounded by other peoples children. I nannied while miscarrying, I'm the only hairdresser who isn't pregnant and doesn't have kids except for the two that absolutely hate children. My newsfeed blows up with babies 24/7. I can't escape.
I seriously cannot escape. My fiance rolls his eyes when I mention another pregnancy announcement. He can escape, but I can't. Our wedding guest list we debated over because there were 40 children under the age of ten on it all on my side. Not a single one on his side. He didn't want kids at the wedding, and I can't afford to feed them. We're 40 children less now.
I know I have to wait for my turn. Some day the time will be right... maybe. Even when the time is right, will I have a baby? I have so many health problems that say otherwise. Will I wait another 10 years, and then another 10 more to find that this time has been wasted feeling empty and afraid?
Why is it so easy for other people to accidentally fall pregnant? Why is it so easy for them to have two, three, four children when I can't even imagine one? why do I have to be invited to baby showers of girls I can't even stand? Why do I have to cover 7 days a week at work because my pregnant coworkers are too sick to come in?
I don't know... maybe it's just a test. If I'm patient long enough maybe the world will allow for one baby. In 10 years. Or now. Never. I don't know.
I am sad. I am beyond depressed most days. I am jealous, angry, bitter, and cold. Resentful, shy, and discouraged.
The last four years of my life have been such a rollercoaster. I was engaged to a really awful person. He messed with my head more than I can even comprehend to this day. I worked two full time jobs, I went to college, I bought a house all by the age of 18. I had a miscarriage...
At 19 we broke up. I was single, homeless, jobless, dropped out of college, living in a friends storage room next to her boxes of baby stuff and broke dressers. I had another miscarriage.
I met the love of my life. The man I am going to marry (actually, this time) and I have fallen head over heels in love with my life. Except for one thing... except I still have this horrible, aching, empty feeling in my chest. Three miscarriages.
Ten doctors. I've seen ten doctors for endometriosis, PCOS, retroversion, IBS, rh negative, you-name-it-ive-got-it syndrome. None will help. Their only cure is helping me get pregnant.
My life, as it stands, is not ready for a baby now. I was... I was ready, now I'm not. My fiance is a student, working now, but we're mostly living off of my paychecks. I'm a hairdresser and I work on commission only. That's not stable.
My whole life is surrounded by other peoples children. I nannied while miscarrying, I'm the only hairdresser who isn't pregnant and doesn't have kids except for the two that absolutely hate children. My newsfeed blows up with babies 24/7. I can't escape.
I seriously cannot escape. My fiance rolls his eyes when I mention another pregnancy announcement. He can escape, but I can't. Our wedding guest list we debated over because there were 40 children under the age of ten on it all on my side. Not a single one on his side. He didn't want kids at the wedding, and I can't afford to feed them. We're 40 children less now.
I know I have to wait for my turn. Some day the time will be right... maybe. Even when the time is right, will I have a baby? I have so many health problems that say otherwise. Will I wait another 10 years, and then another 10 more to find that this time has been wasted feeling empty and afraid?
Why is it so easy for other people to accidentally fall pregnant? Why is it so easy for them to have two, three, four children when I can't even imagine one? why do I have to be invited to baby showers of girls I can't even stand? Why do I have to cover 7 days a week at work because my pregnant coworkers are too sick to come in?
I don't know... maybe it's just a test. If I'm patient long enough maybe the world will allow for one baby. In 10 years. Or now. Never. I don't know.