They existed (A rant)

In 2016 I lost my baby. It was a shock and I didn't understand what was happening.

My partner of 2 years had walked out at midnight because he couldn't deal with my depression anymore and it turns out he was cheating.

My heart broke and I went of the rails and I'm not afraid to admit I lost myself, tried to take my own life 14 times but someone always stopped me. I was cutting my body to ribbons. I became clingy to him because I wanted him back.

It's 2 years on and I'm engaged and I talk about my baby a lot with my fiancé but my ex's family still drag my name through the dirt as much as they can. He had another baby 4 months after us splitting (after knowing the girl for 2 weeks). They believe that because I don't post on social media about my miscarriage or because I don't have pictures on my Facebook of my test with two lines I'm a liar and faked it. Because he didn't see the test (I had a gift wrapped for him, a surprise) even though I sent pictures

I lied. I have to deal with that everyday...

but my baby did exist, I loved them and I always picture what they could of been.

I'm sick of being called a liar...

I'm living with my fiancé studying an at home course whilst we ttc (14 months of trying) doing well and being in love and I have to deal with people coming up to me calling me a liar.

I'm so tired of it now.... just needed a safe space to get it off my chest.