A year ago today my pregnancy ended.
20 minutes ago I told my my 8 year old step-daughter (who has been in my life for 4+ years) “I love you!”. She said “Well, I don’t love you. You’re just my dad’s new wife”.
Some days it’s all just too much. Some days I can’t suck it up, turn the other cheek, ignore it, focus on the positive, be the better person. Some days it’s just too hard.