6 years ago I had a giant breakdown.
Lots of really odd behaviour. I'll elaborate but not before I explain.
May 2018 DH and I were told getting pregnant was not an issue, I needed a cervical stitch because all our previous miscarriages had been because of me but too early for the stitch.
We decide to give pregnancy one last go and march 2019 we are expecting a baby (after 15 miscarriages). His twin sister is having her wedding in October 2019. Our due date is Christmas Day 2019. We didn't tell anyone because our families 'got used' to us having a miscarriage. We intended to tell everyone in November after wearing baggy clothes etc. When we had got our heads round being pregnant and it being real.
I had the stitch at 12 weeks and although I bled a lot and regularly. I got my head round it. We were having a baby girl.
At 26 weeks and 4 days I woke up covered in blood and delivered our baby girl at home with no chance of survival. DH delivered her in the toilet and she lived for 3 mins. On the 16th of September 2019 our baby was born and died. I spent a week in hospital and we had a very quiet funeral just us. Thinking we'd tell family after the wedding so not to take the shine off the wedding.
In the end we just said we'd had a late miscarriage a couple of Days before te wedding as I was offered wine and accepted it.
We went to the wedding,
I left as soon as the 1st dance happened. Went upstairs to our hotel bedroom sobbed.
Fast forward 6 months later I was diagnosed with postpartum psychosis and was off my head. Seeing and doing all sorts of shit that werent real. Dh and I broke up for a bit so I could focus on being an inpatient. During this period he spent time with his siblings and 3/5 agreed he should divorce him for lying about making cakes. I didn't make them. I paid a bakery to make them but I was convinced I had made them (post partum psychosis)
Fast forward to now and dhs twin sister finds it hilarious that I was so jealous about their wedding that I couldn't find it in me to smile and that they've framed the only usable photo of me (the back of my head) because I have a 'face like a smacked arse'
Because of how unwell and how psychotic i became we never told our family that 16 days before their wedding I gave birth to our baby girl Harriet and if the best thing that happened after their wedding was them finding this photograph of me hysterical then off they can fuck