Just had my 9th miscarriage.
I want to punch someone. I'm so so fucking sick of it. Nobody even cares anymore. DH tries to care but he's over it and numb I think.
My family I don't tell anymore.
My doctors seem to be complacent and 'oh well'.
I know, there's nothing to be done. I'm just sad, furious and done with it. I can't try again.
I want to break something. I want to run away and scream and scream.
Before I've felt mostly sad and heartbroken but now I'm angry. About everything and everyone.
DS is five tomorrow and I have to pull myself together for him. I'm beyond lucky I managed to have him. I'm grateful.
I still want to kick the living shit out of an inanimate object though.