She miscarried in February.
She told me a month later.
I had no idea she was pregnant - she was waiting for the twelve week scan to tell me...
Instead, she told me that she had been, and she'd lost it.
It would've been our first child (for both of us), and something we both were looking forward to - we'd agreed before Christmas that right now wasn't the right time (circumstances etc), but if it happened we'd both be happy.
So how do I deal with the fact that something we both wanted, something I wanted, I had and then lost?
And she dealt with it on her own for a month...
We hardly see each other because of her work - we spend a week together here and there, the rest of the time she's away. And now she's on holiday. I don't blame her, she knows that... I wish she was here with me though, I wish she'd take some time off work so we could spend some quality time together.
Instead, I get family and other "important" people telling me that it "happened for the best"... How the hell would they know?!
I wanna cry, but can't. I wanna hold her, but can't. I want people around me to understand, but they can't.
And now - now I don't know where I am. I wanna lock myself away from the world, and drink myself to oblivion; this coming from someone who rarely drinks any form of alcohol...
She told me a month later.
I had no idea she was pregnant - she was waiting for the twelve week scan to tell me...
Instead, she told me that she had been, and she'd lost it.
It would've been our first child (for both of us), and something we both were looking forward to - we'd agreed before Christmas that right now wasn't the right time (circumstances etc), but if it happened we'd both be happy.
So how do I deal with the fact that something we both wanted, something I wanted, I had and then lost?
And she dealt with it on her own for a month...
We hardly see each other because of her work - we spend a week together here and there, the rest of the time she's away. And now she's on holiday. I don't blame her, she knows that... I wish she was here with me though, I wish she'd take some time off work so we could spend some quality time together.
Instead, I get family and other "important" people telling me that it "happened for the best"... How the hell would they know?!
I wanna cry, but can't. I wanna hold her, but can't. I want people around me to understand, but they can't.
And now - now I don't know where I am. I wanna lock myself away from the world, and drink myself to oblivion; this coming from someone who rarely drinks any form of alcohol...
