After several failed rounds of IVF and a tube-less me meaning having a family looks unlikely, we have tried to come to terms with that and are trying to build ‘our best child free life’.
In the main, that’s going well, with a house move and lovely holidays planned, but multiple times a week (day??!) I have a sucker punch ‘micro grieve’ around something I’ve read, or something I’ve seen on TV or film showing a mother child relationship or a happy family experience. Fiction is almost bearable as I know it’s just that, but it’s the true life accounts of motherhood and ‘ ha ha, jolly family life!’ which seem to permeate womens magazines.
I honestly feel like it IS death by a thousand cuts.
Not sure what I’m looking for by posting but just wanted to write this down. Infertility is the cruelest thing in the world.