Infertility

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.