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Infertility 

If anyone told me that one day I would grow to hate you id say that it was a lie,
If anyone told me that one day id see you and feel sick to my stomach
and right then and there just want to collapse and die,
I would say it was a lie.

I hate you,
You remind me of everything that I don’t have 
The most precious thing to me,
You remind me 
every time I see you 
that I don’t have a family.

I used to love you,
I used to love you when you reminded me, 
That I was young and free
And that I could be like that for as long as I wanted to be.

But now,
You remind me
Of infertility,
You remind me of my bareness
Of yet another unsuccessful pregnancy.

Instead of morning sickness I get PMT
I’m 32 years old
This is not how my life is meant to be,
So for this fact I hate you with a passion that burns from deep down inside of me,
I hate you because every time you turn up unexpectedly 
My husband is one step closer to leaving me.

If anyone told me that one day I would grow to hate you id say that it was a lie,
If anyone told me that one day id see you and feel sick to my stomach 
and right then and there just want to collapse and die
I would say it was a lie.

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Catherine Reinke Date: 2/23/2009 5:28:00 PM love this girlfreind for its raw honesty! it seems to me tht you write of all women who have childern as well. I can understand how you could hate them all. remember my dear you are young. Login to Reply

Belinda Parish Date: 2/23/2009 7:56:00 AM Sounds like the green eyed monster came out in you on this one. It's hard to look at someone you had in your life and wanted to have a family with them and then they turn around and have a family with someone else. It seems so unfair. I feel for you my dear. Just have faith and good things will come to you when you least expect. Login to Reply