For me, it was a lot of bitterness.
I would watch the news and they would have a story about women who had their baby in a bathroom and left it there to die. It made me so, so angry.
But it doesn’t even have to be something so extreme. I hated going to the mall because you’ll always see these dipshit teenagers, who can’t keep their pants up, dragging around two, three strollers of kids.
I am sorry if I sound mean, insensitive, and judgemental. It’s the bitterness talking.
I guess infertility is not the worse thing in the world. But there is something very distressing knowing that you can’t have something that comes so easy for everyone else.