I was in a long term abusive relationship. He always knew how to draw me back in. The very last time it was marriage and kids. He put a roght on my finger and told me we could try for a baby. He knew all I ever wanted was to be a mom. I was over the moon. I never got pregnant. In the end that's a good thing, as he was a horrible person, but it left me feelimg like something was missing. I felt envious of my friends who had beautiful children. I felt hatred towards the mothers who couldn't care less about their babies and mistreated them. I wondered how such awful people got the privilege of motherhood and I was left unable to conceive. Today I am bitter, hurt, and broken. I watch my fellow women enjoy their day. I wish I could too.