They should have called it middle aged wasteland
So a friend just announced yesterday that she is pregnant, about 5 weeks in, and while I should have jumped on the bandwagon posting my congratulations, happy that her dreams of becoming a mom are finally coming true, I cried...again. I want to be happy for her, instead I am depressed and angry and guilt ridden for being depressed and angry, and it's a vicious cycle that just doesn't stop. I hate that she is getting the dream I want so badly. I hid her on my news feed, so I don't have to spend the better part of the next year being reminded over and over again of my own failure. That's how I see it, a failure. Rationally, obviously I know I can't control it, well not really. I could do things to help the cause I suppose loose weight, take vitamins, maybe save up and buy sperm to try AI but in the end it still comes down to luck fate what have you. Some people aren't meant to be biological parents and it seems I am one of those people. Unfortunately, eve...