1/25/19
When I was twelve, I wanted to be a mother. When I was twenty, I wanted to be a mother. By the time I was twenty-eight I despised kids. They were messy, loud, and sticky, not to mention expensive. I had no time. By the time I was thirty I wanted to be a mother, but I couldn’t. Long story short my reproductive area just wasn’t… golden. All eleven of the doctors I visited made sure I knew it too. So, here I am writing in this journal because my therapist told me it would help me cope. I’m coping!
2/4/19
I cannot believe I’m writing in this journal again. So, I guess I should share my inner thoughts you know to get it off my chest. Well I lied, I’m not coping. I mean, I didn’t think it was that bad until Beatrice invited me to her baby shower. Like who does that? She knew how much I wanted a baby, and just to spite me she got pregnant. I am beyond furious, so angry I’m shaking while writing this. Screaming in my car didn’t even help, crying after, did.
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Mia's Coping Journal
Short StoryMy name is Mia Hernandez and I'm a thirty year old infertile woman. This journal's purpose is to provide emotional relief as well as helping me "cope" through my... situation. I'm coping, coping just fine actually. This is the introduction page and...
