To ask which one sentence changed your life?

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I’ll start.

‘My god girl- You’re pregnant.’

Said by a Dr to a 14 year old me.

'Do you want to give baby a name as he has died and you need a section to deliver him'
Said over 30 years ago ...I was devastated..but..he somehow survived , despite having a nil apgar score and is now grown up, has been a wonderful son and is great .
Heartfelt sympathy to everyone who has suffered so much...I know how lucky I have been.

“ She’s legally yours” - the day we formally adopted DD. It has at times been hugely challenging & DH & I have been pushed to our absolute limits but she has changed our lives & we love her deeply ❤️

So many unhappy stories
and happy ones too.
big hugs to everyone

There are two:
"I'm sorry, there is no heartbeat" - at a scan for my honeymoon baby, 16 weeks along. It was the first time I had been touched by miscarriage, but sadly wouldn't be the last.

"The biopsy had confirmed it's lung cancer. I would stage it as stage 4, I can operate but it will be to extend life rather than to cure you". Surgeon to DH a year ago. He's still with us, but is becoming frailer and although the lung was removed, it had already spread to the lymph nodes. I am heartbroken.

On Thursday afternoon, 'You'll have him home and on his feet for the weekend.' On Saturday, 'I'm sorry, he's not responding.'

We have his wallet..
But the police couldn’t tell us as he needed to be confirmed by the coroner.
My dad was in the tram crash in 2016.

‘It’s the worst news. There had to be an autopsy’

October 2013. My sister killed her self. My mother sent me the above text. Yes text.

• has to be. Not had to be.

"I'm leaving you. I'm going now. Heres a letter. I've told the kids already."

Best thing ever to happen. My life is so much happier now x

Oh my goodness. Sending love and good wishes to everyone on this thread who has suffered abuse and had horrendous, tragic things happen to them.

“How am I supposed to know what love feels like?”

Said to me by my ex-husband, 6 months after we’d married when I was six weeks pregnant almost a year ago.

I’m still not sure if it was the worst or best thing to happen in my life, but I’ve got a gorgeous son. I still grieve the marriage and that a boy will never know his father because his father was too much of an idiot to understand whether he was in love or not.

You're not too late - there are different ways of having a family. I was 46 when we adopted and now have a 7years old (birth son) and a 2year old (adopted son). Love them both. No problem with single adopters either these days - I know loads of people who have done it. Don't give up if that's what you want - go for it xx

He didn’t make it, the impact to his head was too much for his brain. He’s gone. Our beautiful boy is gone.

He has 3 months if you don’t let us.

To my toddler DS who had a tumour. I was having a panic attack at the surgery risks.

He’ll never amount to anything. You’d be better to accept it and let him go to a special school.

Headmaster of the school I sat in the office of begging him to give my DS a chance.

I didn’t accept it.

And the best one of all was the three words of his name being said just as he walked across the stage to get his degree. I don’t think he will ever know how massively massively proud of him I am.

So much love to those who have lost loved ones

Mine is a happy one. 'Are you ok, you look upset'. This was the start of the first real conversation I had with my now DH where I told him I had just been dumped and he revealed that the same had happened to him just weeks before. Without that conversation the amazing life I have now would never have existed including DS.

‘They’re just other people’ Not been quite so worried since.

Mine was 3. It didn’t sink in with just one, mind you, nor has it with 3.

'Well I think you're very brave' with a look of complete respect to me and my mum when I told the GP I wasn't going to abort my dd when I was 17.

'Mums not going to get better

'Screw it let's do this' said by OH before kissing me at the end of our date.

'Can you just push that button we need some help quickly' i was rushed for emcs and luckily had a healthy baby but that triggered absolute horror in my mind.

So sorry for all the sadness on this thread.

"Amanda, we're going with Mr.Buffamonteezi and he can start next week."

Met DH through work. This was my boss telling me he had been hired.

"Ew, so the pregnancy test is still in your bag?!"

DH said it to me after I met him after work and told him I'd done a test, it was negative and there was nowhere to put the test. I took it out there and then to put in a bin as we were walking to a car park and just looked down at the test and saw a line.

DH picked me up and I was stood in the street crying! We then went to the nearest chemist and bought three tests which I did one after the other to make sure if was definitely positive!

"Don't go and see someone off the internet! He could be an axe murderer!"
Said my a close mate at Uni to me - he was (thankfully) wrong, and I'm still with my OH 23+ years later.

I have to say that reading some of the horrific and heartbreaking stories on this thread, in floods of tears, over a bottle of wine, that my whining about my prick of an ex-husband leaving me pales into insignificance. I am truly humbled by some of the things I have read here

Ohhh Tooldtobearsed. I want to give you a hug 😢

I have a few:

“We are sending you to Cyprus now”. I was a holiday rep and due to be going elsewhere. I met my husband a month later in Cyprus.

“It’s twins. I’m sorry both have gone”. Said to me at scan.

“Hello. I understand you used to date my mother and I believe you’re my father.”
Said to my dad who had no idea I existed. I finally got the courage to contact him after losing my twins. I was let to believe i might have a genetic condition and asked about my family medical history. After 36 years of not knowing my father I insisted my mother tell me his name and I crossed the world to Australia to meet him for the first time.

"What's the matter? You can tell me anything."

From my physio while I cried on his shoulder because I so badly wished I were dead. He gave me the push I needed to get help for my mental health and I will never forget it.

“It’s your Mum. The paramedics are here and they’re trying to resuscitate her”

A phone call from my stepdad whilst I was 8 months pregnant with DC1. By the time I got there she had gone. I’d spoken to her on the phone the night before to say the nursery was all ready and we arranged that I would pick her up the next day to come and see it.