This cycle marks the 24th cycle of failure to conceive. I cried for an hour. I have no sympathic ear, no one who understands what I am going through. Everyone I know is on their second child. And those who may have had trouble conceiving their first, have forgotten how hard it is for those of us left behind.
My husband daughter is a constant reminder of something I cannot give him and something I want that he already has. Yes, I am ranting, but I am so alone.
Please reach out. I understand.