Maybe I’ll start paying out of pocket for a therapist again so I can voice this out loud instead of repressing it until it bleeds out from my fingertips onto my keyboard on a social media platform.

Maybe I’m too sensitive and maybe my expectations are too high. Maybe I’m narcissistic for wanting reciprocation from the people I love. Maybe that makes me transactional. Idk.

Even when I was married, my [ex] husband didn’t know the dates that mattered to me and he and I had been together since we were 12.

I have expressed my hurt and pain over my dad’s murder every single year for the last 15ish years (he’s been gone for almost 18 years) - and nobody in my life remembers the date and thus, doesn’t reach out until I mention it. They don’t know my kids’ birthdays or even my graduation.

has ever remembered dates that are important to me.

Maybe it’s just the lack of intimacy and not the sex itself but everything is getting to me.

Yessssss!

I can’t believe it’s already been 5 years since those!! I’m really so so grateful for you and thankful for the support. It’s been a long road, man, but I’m almost to the finish line 🥹

I’m gonna cry so hard 😭😭😭😭😭

🥹🧡

Thank you, friend. Remy loves you 🧡🫂

Idk man, I just don’t see it ever happening again for me. I can appreciate knowing that to an extent I’m being spared from more trauma or heartbreak but doing life alone is so lonely

That sucks, tbh. And working in labor and delivery can be bit emotionally rough for me when I compare what I had to what I wish I’d had.

Not that I want more kids necessarily, but thinking about the fact that I’ll never have an opportunity to start over with someone else. I’ll never get the opportunity to experience a beautiful and happy pregnancy with a partner who is just as happy and eager to be a dad.