Just posting to get this off my chest.
Background story this colleague was my manager (I have left the company now but was there for a long time and still stay in touch with some of the girls I grew close to) and I told her about my miscarriage the day I started bleeding in the toilet at work and had to go home. She wasn’t particularly over sympathetic but she did say “it must be awful for you” which indicates she’s never had one so probably didn’t really know what to say to me.
A week later she came into work wearing those travel sickness bands and I clocked it straight away that she was pregnant herself. I spent the next 6 weeks unable to look her in the eye because I just knew she was pregnant and must have been as far along as I was before I lost my baby.
The week I would have been 12 weeks, she announced her pregnancy. I had to act surprised when deep down I had known all along.
I’ve just heard she had her baby last week on the same day as my due date.
It’s put me in a terrible mood just thinking about how things could have been different in a parallel universe. She went on to have her baby but I had to lose mine. Why?