I am just done.
I hate my fucking body. I hate being the only childless one in my family. I hate the ovulation tracking, the pleading to the universe, the fucking 2 million pregnancy tests I've taken every month for the last 5 years.
The late periods.
The faulty tests and evap lines.
The stabbing pain in my heart when I see that light spotting yet again.
The having to schedule sex around my fucking fertility app.
The lovely pregnancy announcements I've seen from people I know lately.
The "when are you having kids?"
The "just stop stressing and it will happen"
The "we are blessed" posts
The crying.
The loneliness.
The pain.
I hate it all.
Yes I've been to the doctor. please don't offer me any advice. I just need to swear, cry and profess my hatred for life and how utterly cruel it is. I will go back to being happy for everyone tomorrow and nobody will ever know how deeply heartbroken I am.