Nope - even real friends don't understand or care - they're so wrapped up in their mummy life, they don't want the reminder of the times before they got sprogged up around. I have no one apart from my husband - and, after so long with infertility and then the miscarriage - the marriage is on the rocks. I'm considering leaving rather than turning into one of those pathetic couples who pretends they've found solace and joy in their garden because they could never have kids. I'd rather leave and let him move on to be able to have a family with someone else because he'd be a superb dad - and I'm just a broken wreck of a headcase.
So yep, no one to talk to (the one person I did talk openly about the grief with has just found out last night she's pregnant - I did the dutiful smiling, advising on pee sticks - let's face it I'm a connoiseur, making the right noises - so no one wants a reminder of an early miscarriage around pissing on their newly-sprogged-up parade), no family I'm prepared to confide in for support (if you knew my mother you'd understand that one) and my marriage is going down the pan.
Life's great - and yet I'm meant to smile happily and goo about baby scan photos - those 3d scans were the worst invention ever, at least with the black and white ones you could lie to yourself that it was a bad TV picture of a duck. Who the hell is there for ME? I'm always there for other people, did the right things all my life - yet my worthless cousin who put the family through hell, hasn't worked a day in her life, regards paying her rent as purely optional can get pregnant and spawn a child purely to get to stay on benefits and my family regard her as a saint and perfect... yet the kid who did it all, went to school, went to uni, had no fucking childhood because I was too busy caring for an anorexic mother and chronically ill brother, going to Tesco on the bus to do the weekly shop on my own aged 10, made sure they had qualifications and a future - I'm worthless and the bad child of the family because I can't produce a child?! I'm meant to kiss my cousin's arse and bow and scrape because she's got a kid and I haven't so she's somehow better than me? I wish they were dead - both her and her baby.
I got to be pregnant, to hope for the future, to be happy and see my husband smile the most wonderful smile... for three days. That's all. Three days. Now I'm having to try to starve myself to shift the weight a bit faster so I might get any help - if it kills me, so what?
I'm sick of this world, sick of this life, sick of it all.
Wouldn't believe someone as nasty and screwed up as me manages to put on the perfect teacher act for a few hours at a time would you? I don't quite know how I do it - but Mrs Empty is a spectacular actress.