The pain of knowing your period is on its way, and it’s going to come next month, and the next, and the next, because you’re not able to have a baby. And it’s reasons totally outside your control stopping you having a baby!

I’m sick of seeing work colleagues and friends all having a family and I’m never going to get mine. My partner trying to understand, but he has three with his ex, he’ll never really understand and to honest would be happy not to have another if we can’t.

Every damn month I have to go through this and it breaks me every time. It hurts. I’m sick of grieving something I never had a chance of in the first place.