It doesn't make me special. I don't want your sympathy or your pity. What I do want it your understanding. I want people to understand that sometimes I don't know what the right answer is when you ask me how many children I have. I want you to understand that sometimes when I see babies I cry. Sometimes when I think of babies I cry. Sometimes I just cry and I'm not sure why.
I don't need you to feel bad for me, but I do need you to understand that I feel bad for me. It doesn't need to be ok with you, but unless you've been where I've been, don't judge me.
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