Well, I'm 3 for 3 so far, and I'm not sure it's a good thing.
The first 3 facebook groups I've been a part of, I've left.
I realize it's mostly just my thin skin and needing to get over myself.
I realize that no one means any harm by the posts.
I realize I should probably just speak up and call people's attention to the insensitivity of their comments.
I don't. I can't. I won't.
Partly because I don't want to be all "poor me, I'm IF and what you said hurt me."
Partly because I don't want to become the "IF Poster Child" of the group.
And partly because there is an innocence that I hate to ruin.
So, I leave.
I say nothing and I leave.
Frankly, I probably never should've joined in the first place - groups for Catholic women and NFP users are obviously going to be all about babies.
I think I'll just stick to my football groups...although the fact that someone in that group said Richmond was the capital of West Virginia puts it in jeopardy as well.
I started to hit "publish" here. To let this little temper tantrum stand all on it's own, but just as my mouse hoovered over the button, the question "what exactly do you expect then?" entered my brain.
So, what do I expect?
I'm not sure. I just know that so far the groups haven't worked for me.
I wish I could laugh at conversations about the perfect month to get pregnant, not having any children because I'm a newlywed, or winging it in my charting.
I wish I could be happy when someone is worried they might be pregnant and find out they aren't - even though they knew full well their behavior might create a baby.
I know this is all just normal Catholic woman with normal fertility talk.
And maybe it's more about jealousy than anything else.
So, unfortunately, I don't know what I expect, and I think that is ultimately why I leave.
I don't fit in. And even if I become a mother some day, I won't fit in, not really.
I found the club and the island to which I belong.
I wish not a single one of us were on this island or in this club, but I am grateful that I am not alone.