Failure

It’s hard not to consider myself a failure.

I have failed.

I feel terrible for my husband, who married a beautiful, intelligent, enthusiastic women, in love with life.  He is now married to a sad and apathetic women unable to bear a (nother) child we both want to badly.  I have aged and gained weight (Stupid thyroid).

I feel like I am also failing as a mother, in the quest to o it all over again.

I don’t know how I will get through it, honestly.

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