It's almost Thanksgiving where I will get to revel in the royal first grandbaby, and my babies are still all dead or frozen. And I am so angry at my in-laws.
Nobody cared about my due date. Not when the first grandbaby was born within days of it. Nobody sent a text. Nobody picked up a phone. Nobody gave a shit. It's just the gossip topic du jour that everyone knows and no one reaches out to me.
My mind just keeps sitting here marinating on this. It makes my stomach sick. It makes my jaw clench up. I am in this much pain and no one gives a shit.
Really, this isn't different than last year. Nobody gave a shit then either. Nobody texted or anything. But last year, I was in a more hopeful place, I think. I remember last year looking at the Christmas tree in the fertility clinic that I was blown away that I was still here, so many years later. I thought I could at least be pregnant this year. I didn't know that I could lose a heartbeat, be diagnosed with some fucked up blood thing, and be completely hopeless. You would think I would know things could go left quickly given how this started.
It is different than last year. I need family. I need support and love and compassion from somewhere. I thought I had a family. I thought my in-laws were like a real family, but it's clear I don't belong, and that I won't get any backing here.
I can't decide what to do for Thanksgiving. Just not go? Confront everyone? Make some sarcastic smart ass comments? I do know they will not be getting anymore information because clearly it does not matter to them. I just have to decide if this will poison our relationship forever. I feel so betrayed.