It comes every month, without fail. I always expect it to at this point. But it still rips my heart out every time. It feels like losing someone I love over and over again. The loss of a dream. The loss of a family of my own. Of making my husband a father. The isolation when everyone around me is having babies and I get left behind.
"Of course, everyone will claim they respect someone who tries to speak the truth, but in reality, this is a rare quality. Most respect those who speak truths they agree with, and their respect for the speaking only extends as far as their realm of personal agreement. It is less common, almost to the point of becoming a saintly virtue, that someone truly respects and loves the truth seeker, even when their conclusions differ wildly."
-walsh
-walsh