I’m doing it. I’m pissed off, and mad, and angry. I can’t call my friends and rant to them, because they don’t know anything about my broken vagina. I can’t bitch about it with my mother-in-law because she thought I had surgery for a normal thing, like a cyst (because that would have been so much better?). No one knows I can’t have sex except for me and the person I can’t have sex with, and he feels the same way. I’m know I’m being petty and self-centered, but I’m pissed, and I want to rant to more people, so dammit, I’m going to!
My husband has a million sisters. 5 to be precise, Some older, some younger. For some reason, they all have no idea what a healthy relationship is, or how to cultivate one, or how to not use their relationships as weapons against their own well-being. Whereas my relationship has been going very strong for almost a decade. And yet, here they are getting pregnant with whoever at the worst possible times in their lives. I have a two month-old niece and now another sister is sending out pictures of her positive pregnancy test.
I could just spew.
It is the best and worst thing for them. They all at some point admit that it was a mistake and they should have been more careful. Or they did it on purpose because they were afraid to be alone, but realized it too late. Then they struggle with the fact that they are high school drop outs with no skills and no stability, raising a child alone after their “relationships” inevitably end horribly.
I am SO sorry this baby is such a freaking burden for. Such an inconvenience in your life that was going nowhere fast. I feel so bad for YOU.
I wish I even had the opportunity. The freaking ability.
But I don’t.
I love my husband more than anything. We want children. We’re financially and emotionally stable enough to support a family.
But no. My vagina doesn’t work, so we can’t even entertain the idea of an unplanned pregnancy.
So you, sister, go smile and cheer about your unwanted pregnancy with the guy that has lived in your house without a job for the 5 months you’ve known him. Go pretend to be happy about the fact you just quit your job and can’t pay any of your bills, even the rent on your shack you call a house. Go celebrate with your baby daddy who already has three kids he doesn’t see and doesn’t support. I’m sure he won’t leave you like he did the other mothers, or like the baby daddy’s of three of your other stupid sisters who did the EXACT same thing as you that you have been complaining about for the last two years.
Oh, no. This will be great for you.
Meanwhile, I’ll just be over here. Seeing more doctors.
Enjoy it. Really.
Rant over.
vestibulitis support 