I am all rage and grief today with nowhere to put it so this is my story: last year I was 18 weeks into a very wanted pregnancy when I learned that the baby I was carrying had a catastrophic, fatal diagnosis—triploidy—and I had three “options” for moving forward.
People not showing up for you on your birthday, special events or moments in your life, achievements, or just times when you need them them the most show how they truly feel about you, idc. That’s what I pay attention to the most.