Time to Hang It Up?

Four years ago I had my IUD removed.

I’m exhausted and idk what I even want anymore.

In four years my weight has continually increased with no explanation (blood tests normal), my seggs life has fucking tanked to nothing, my confidence squashed, and I’m pretty sure there’s some underlying anxiety/depression issues I’m not willing to bother admitting to enough for a diagnosis.

I’ve made it to a point that I hate myself and tolerate him.

I have one beautiful, amazing child and I thank God everyday for that blessing. But she breaks my heart when she says she’s prayed for a sibling and That’s the one thing in the world I can’t give her.

Oh, and medical assistance isn’t an option. Hubs doesn’t believe it it. “If it’s meant to be it will be.”

Just a vent. There’s not even emotions/feelings attached anymore.