Oh the irony. Late Dd’s birthday and best friend is in hospital giving birth. I feel like I’ve suffered enough and wonder why of all the bloody days, it has to be the same day. The saddest day of my life will forever be the happiest of hers. I want to be (and think I am being) a good, supportive friend. But man I feel cross and jealous too of all of the experiences I expected and didn’t have.
Anyone around to handhold over the next few days?