world childless week
I wanted to leap up and bellow at her: “Do you actually know what you’re doing to me right now?!”
I am not someone who tried tirelessly to have a family; who spent thousands of pounds and years of my life on failed IVF treatments; who received a devastating diagnosis of unexplained infertility; who tried and failed to adopt; who miscarried; or whose child tragically died. Nor am I someone who's imagined herself as a mother throughout her adult life.
If you see me walking down the street, dressed up to the nines to meet my friends for a night out, or on my way to work, you'd be forgiven for assuming I was the epitome of Western privilege, and in many ways I am: educated; employed; financially independent; a homeowner, albeit mortgaged - although otherwise debt-free.