I don’t care what they say.
I don’t care that I “signed up for this.”
I don’t care that I sound like a three year old.
I don’t care that you’re just going to say that life isn’t fair.
I miss my husband. I hate that I have to go through half of this pregnancy, delivery, and the first five months of our son’s life alone. It isn’t fair, no matter what you say, and if you think different then you’ve obviously never gone through it. It isn’t fair for me, for my son or for my husband.
I don’t want to hold it all together tonight. Sometimes the more you hold on, the more weight you have on your chest. Tomorrow will be a new day. And I pray it’s a better one, at that.