...when I think about all the shit I put my body through while trying to get pregnant, it makes me REALLY FUCKING MAD! I just went back and read some old posts of mine. And it pissed me right the fuck off. Grrrrrrrr!!
I beat the fuck out of myself for years both mentally and physically. And for what? Nothing. I'M fine. Motherfucker!
I am actually pretty fucking happy that I didnt get pregnant. I probably would have stayed with K if I had. And that would have been just awful. There is NO way I could have spent the rest of my life with him. NO FUCKING WAY.
I'd still love another child. But lets face it. I'm done. And honestly, I'm 99% OK with that. Just that teent tiny 1% in the back of my mind, every now and again....but its OK.
I'm happy. My son is happy. Life is pretty fuckin good right now.
OK, thats it. End rant.