Apparently I have a chip on my shoulder. And I need mental help. All because...I don't know...my BABY DIED.
Do I have a chip on my shoulder. No.
I have a hole in my heart. A hole that I will live with for the rest of my life. You have no clue what it's like. You don't feel like you got kicked in the stomach every time you see a pregnant woman. You don't have to wonder "Why not me?" You won't dread the date you lost your child and the day your child should have been born. You won't have to deal with that.
So do I need mental help? No. I feel like I have dealt with this in a pretty healthy manner. This blog has been such an outlet for me to vent and celebrate and grieve on. Do I need support? Yes. Do I need a phone call or an email every now and then just offering prayers or an opportunity to chat? Yes. I do need that. And I am very lucky. I have had those people in my life- I know I would be lost without them.
So for you to sit there and make insensitive comments, whether they are a joke or just an outright bitchy statement, they were not needed. And, if I am being honest, you have never been that nice to me. You have never really said anything nice to me. So I have to assume it was a bitchy comment. If it wasn't, then make me feel otherwise.
For real people. I can't believe this is MY FAMILY making this an issue. It is both sad and disgusting and I have just about had enough.
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