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.