Today could've been the day...

 

I got my period yesterday.  And today could've been the start of it...the IVF treatment.

 

 

I've waited for this day. I know it's not a 100% sure thing but I have my hopes up that finally, we'll have a family of our own. I was scared but excited at the same time. But knowing that you'll be with me through this gives me the comfort that everything will be alright. 

 

 

Obviously, it's not gonna happen.  Because as I am typing this, you're probably at work but still thinking about the new love of your life. Or perhaps, you are again calling her after just talking to her like 15-20 minutes ago.  God, when I saw the actual phone call logs, I couldn't believe my eyes. You call her like every freakin' 15 minutes.  I wonder what you talk about. Maybe you've been telling her how much you miss her and how much you want to be with her.  When you should be telling that to me instead.

 

 

I remember you saying that should the treatment fail, it's a sign that it is indeed time for us to move on with our lives separately.  I was surprised to hear that from you. Imagine, should the IVF fail, I'd be devastated. And there you'd be, telling me that we need to part ways.  Seriously? You should've considered killing me instead.