I have been considering deleting my Facebook account for a while now. If I'm honest with myself, the only real reason I still have it is because I want to someday take my turn in announcing a pregnancy and getting all of the love that will follow. Selfish? Yep. Truth? Yep. But today, I was torn between actually speaking my mind, unfriending a 'friend,' and deleting my whole account. It was worse than any pregnancy announcement could ever be. It was this:
'If it takes that much effort to have kids, maybe you weren't intended to have children...100 years ago the world wasn't as overpopulated...there weren't medicines and drugs and clinics...just sayin''The sane, logical part of my brain said 'this has nothing to do with you. This is just a person saying something stupid that has no bearing on your life.'
The infertile, heart broken part of my brain said 'this has everything to do with you. This is one of the most hurtful things I have ever read.'
And then, when I wanted to yell and start a big ol' Facebook fight, I just unfriended this person. I did tweet about it, and a good friend put it all in perspective with two simple words: 'F. him.' I love her.
When I got home, I had a package from Alison. Suspecting that it was the s.emen analysis kit she was sending us, I openend the box and found I was partially right. There was a bag marked that it was for The Man from her hubby. And then, there were chocolate covered gummy bears, peeps, a journal, and a card for me - just what I needed to lift my spirits after my Facebook fun. As I said to The Man, 'I win!'