I was talking to a friend who knows a friend of Fancypants. She updated me on my own family's gossip. That long telephone game with people who this is none of their business resulted in a mostly accurate rendition of about half my fertility struggles. From a woman who is in my family --- and is snuggling a fucking newborn right now.
Conclusion is that I get a pass on baby shit. Gee thanks.
Nobody picked up a phone or even said shit. Everyone knew. Nobody said shit.
Talk about the worst kind of gossip. Passing my pain around along and not having an ounce of compassion to try to be there for me? To say I'm sorry? I'm praying for you? Hell, I'd even take the well-meaning offensive shit people say (just relax?) over just whispering behind my back and saying nothing.
In my family, no one has been there for me. My mom always has been useless. My sister didn't even return the text when I told her there was no heartbeat. I guess after this many she had no fucks left to give. My own husband didn't remember the due date.
His family is clearly useless too. Not only doing nothing to be there or give a shit, but actively gossiping around this story. I really thought I was close to my in-laws. In some ways, more than my own parents. But not now. I'm an outsider. They will never be there for me. In so many ways, I'm on my own.