Bkrispy
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I feel that way lately. Guilty that I even care about it. I was married in 2006, my husband and I tried for a couple months prior, and shortly after the wedding found out we were pregnant.
Long story short... 2 ectopics later I can't ever get pregnant. I have a son from a relationship as a teenager. He does not know his father, only my (now ex) husband.
We were married until early this year. It's been a roller coaster.
We didn't talk about treatment at first. I was upset over the ones I lost, and I knew we could afford it.
Then when we did talk about it, he told me I needed to raise that money, and before he was too old (30).
So I did.
I was away from home for a while, and he had used the entire (17,000) savings and developed a drug habit when I got home. He spent a little while in prison, but I was not ready to give up. Leaving him meant no change again. EVER.
He got out of prison, and changed his terms. Now he'd help me, AND I could take as long as I needed.
Well we were only together a year after that. He intentially took anything I tried to save. He cheated, and he lied. I finally kicked him out. Divorce was quick. He's gone.
And that's that. I have been seeing a great man. He has two kids of his own. He mentioned before that two was all he wanted. I understand- it's not like I can have more anyway. They are lovely children, but they aren't mine. I need to accept that I'll never have another child. I have one, he's wonderful. He's a perfect example of the perfect kid. Ever year he ages breaks my heart.
I always wanted one on purpose though, a child born from love from both parents. A baby bump that daddy would get excited to feel a kick from. The joy of seeing daddy hold his baby for the first time, and not having to stress about every.single.little.thing as a scared single teenage mom.
But I have no more right to care.
After all, I have a child.
I have no husband.
I have to move on. But I still want to cry every day.
Long story short... 2 ectopics later I can't ever get pregnant. I have a son from a relationship as a teenager. He does not know his father, only my (now ex) husband.
We were married until early this year. It's been a roller coaster.
We didn't talk about treatment at first. I was upset over the ones I lost, and I knew we could afford it.
Then when we did talk about it, he told me I needed to raise that money, and before he was too old (30).
So I did.
I was away from home for a while, and he had used the entire (17,000) savings and developed a drug habit when I got home. He spent a little while in prison, but I was not ready to give up. Leaving him meant no change again. EVER.
He got out of prison, and changed his terms. Now he'd help me, AND I could take as long as I needed.
Well we were only together a year after that. He intentially took anything I tried to save. He cheated, and he lied. I finally kicked him out. Divorce was quick. He's gone.
And that's that. I have been seeing a great man. He has two kids of his own. He mentioned before that two was all he wanted. I understand- it's not like I can have more anyway. They are lovely children, but they aren't mine. I need to accept that I'll never have another child. I have one, he's wonderful. He's a perfect example of the perfect kid. Ever year he ages breaks my heart.
I always wanted one on purpose though, a child born from love from both parents. A baby bump that daddy would get excited to feel a kick from. The joy of seeing daddy hold his baby for the first time, and not having to stress about every.single.little.thing as a scared single teenage mom.
But I have no more right to care.
After all, I have a child.
I have no husband.
I have to move on. But I still want to cry every day.