The old feelings

Confession time. Sometimes I can be a real bitch. That’s over a decade of infertility for you! Sometimes I feel the old jealous, mean feelings coming back.  I’ve been meaning to write about this for a while and it’s probably just going to sound like a massive whine. But I keep meaning to blog more,…

My selfish brother

I don’t like to rant, and I may end up deleting this. But it’s been brewing for a while now and today it came to a head when my mother called me to check how I was after the op I had yesterday. The op was to remove the fibroid they found in my uterus…

Did my parents love me less?

I asked the question in my previous post… As someone who was adopted, who has siblings who were not adopted –┬áDid my parents love me less? This is a thorny one. Short answer: I am not sure love is quantitative. I think it’s qualitative. They loved me differently. Not more, not less. They loved me…