It’s over. Everything. No more starting lines, no more waiting, no more hoping, no more hope.
I’m done. Retired. I can’t go through this shit anymore.
Today was the last repeat of the same tune:
Bad news. The sighs of resignation. Tears. Hugs. Goodbyes. A long drive home, during which there were many more tears and maybe a few curse words aimed at everything at once and nothing in particular.
While I hate to be cryptic in the here and now, all that really matters is what the bottom line and all the empty spaces in between boil down to:
infertility fucking sucks.