I posted last week about not having friends, and being lonely. I had some wonderful replies, but I think I now know the problem, as something has happened, which has brought everything into clear focus.
I never really struggled at the school gate when DS (who's now 23) was young - yes I was shy, but I still managed, and never felt lonely - a misfit.
Despite the lovely replies last week, I really, really can't manage with the school gate. Even if I could hold my own, I am tired, so very, very tired, of putting a brave face on.
I have a huge problem with mums of multiples... especially when they have a girl DD's age, and one who is the age DD2 would have been.
I feel even more bitterness towards women with mulitple children (think 5+) and are still in their 20s, and conceived with no problem. Actually bitterness is too strong... I don't feel anything really, I don't allow myself to feel anything, because it hurts.
So I'm stuck, I have to associate with these women, and I feel nothing towards them, and whilst I smile at their little ones, I feel nothing - dead inside - as I can't allow myself to feel anything.
This has been made worse this last week, and now, now I just don't know if I can carry on, or indeed if I want to carry on (and try as I do, I can't stop the tsunami of tears from falling as I write this.
Soon after DD2's death, I was advised to wait 6 months to try again (it was a very complicated caesarean, huge blood loss, and a ruptured womb). Usually they advise 18 months, but my age at the time (a couple of months off of 42), meant I had to try sooner.
I didn't. Things were pretty messy at home, as DH & I struggled, really struggled. Then I found it easier to sleep on the floor. Not on a mattress, but on the cold, hard floor. I have been there the last 3.5years. Sex has been rare and infrequent - and I had an early miscarriage in October 2012.
I have talked to my CPN, and my Dr about this. I can't articulate why I sleep on the floor - worry about DD1, being 'tired', fear - of what? I've no idea, but the fear is real nonetheless.
I've had several blood tests for FSH levels for different reasons - mood swings, night sweats etc. They've always come back low, so I allowed myself the luxury of believing that I could take my time to return to the marital bed... the last blood test was a year ago.
This week my period arrived on time (always regular), was very heavy for two days as usual, then stopped. It has never only lasted two days before.
I bought a urine FSH test from Wilkos, and it was positive for the perimenopause - meaning that my FSH levels are high... so that's it game over. My mum was 54 when she went through the menopause, so I should have 9 years left 
I know this all sounds mad, but I feel robbed, and I feel angry at myself. I'm angry at DH as he never really wanted to try again. I want both my girls.