Why me?! Why us?! Why do we have to deal with this??! This is not where I'm supposed to be right now in my life. I'm supposed to have a 5 month old son. I'm not supposed to be depressed and not be able to go in the bedroom that was his. WHY??! Why does my heart have to be broken? Why o I have to be jealous of the handful of friends that are pregnant and have babies?? I'm supposed to be happy for them and swapping stories. I'm just having a really bad night. And I want to see and hold my son again. And I want to kiss those beautiful lips and sleeping eyes.
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