We’re not meant to have it allPosted: February 24, 2011
They found wonderful men who love them. Loved them enough to marry them and commit to them for life, in front of their friends and family. Solid, stand up, generous guys – and they chose my friends.
I’ve never found that. I’m not sure I ever will.
They have someone to come home to at night. Share the burden. Cook for.
I never met that man, and now I’m in my forties, I have come to realise that I will never have children. Unlike them, I don’t even have a hope.
From what I can see, they already have a lot to be thankful for.
I’m not being mean. I just see their lives in abundance, and it annoys me that their fairytale romances aren’t enough.
It’s a human condition. I get it. Naturally, they want a family. But their lives are my dreams.
So I look at them with envy, while they look on with envy at the yummy mummy’s wandering around the farmer’s market or mall, wishing it was them pushing the buggy, and crying from lack of sleep.
I really hope they both get pregnant. And I hope I meet my man.
Only life isn’t doesn’t always play ball.
But if this was a game, in my eyes, they’re already be first past the post.