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Written Truth Of A Sad Girl - Miscarriage Style
Written Truth # 1
This is me. Plain and simple. I am not plain and simple at all. I am very complicated and live a medicated life.
Let’s see... I have a degree in culinary. I am 10 credits shy of having a AA in psychology. I am in a D/s relationship and have recently moved in with a very wonderful man. Huge sex drive. Sometimes no sex drive at all, like now. I review sex toys. I’ve been through hell and back, but I guess that makes us stronger in the end. I’m just curious when it is going to let up and let me live a delightful life. I think Karma owes me.
I’ll add more about myself later on. I can’t just spill all the secrets right in the first post now can I?
You’ll probably think I am some fucked up individual with a lot of shit handed to her, but hey, it makes me exciting.
For now, my name is Lulu. I’m 21. I take a lot of pills. And I’m completely in love. Hopefully I don’t fuck that up. Just living day by day.
Written Truth # 2
I had a miscarriage a few days ago. I never really ever wanted children... but I really wanted this one. I don’t know what changed. I don’t know why, but I really hope that this doesn’t ruin us. I feel like I am just a walking coma. I don’t know how to get out of this sadness. People tell me that time heals. I hope they are right. I’d rather not lose more of myself then I already have.
People say I should talk about it. Let it out. Cry. Scream. I’ve done all of the above but it still hurts. I barely even knew I was pregnant, then “it” was gone. That fast, like a speeding bullet. I need to become a person again. I need to get out of these pajamas, get dressed, take a shower, eat something, and stop crying. I just can’t seem to.
If you ever read this, I love you. I’m sorry. I know you are happy that I had a miscarriage and that it made everything easier. I know one thing in my fucked up reality. I know I want you. Keep me around, okay?
Written Truth # 3
Today, I woke up crying. I haven’t been able to stop crying. I cried when I fell asleep. I cried in the middle of the night. And this afternoon, I’m still crying.
I can’t seem to stop crying.
I had major nightmares last night. You know the ones where you try to scream in your dream or scream for help and nothing comes out and no one hears you? I had those dreams last night, repeatedly. And the whole time I knew I was still right next to my boyfriend sleeping. I knew I could just reach over if I woke up and he would comfort me. I didn’t though.
I don’t know how long I’m going to be upset over this.. but I think it is going to take a little while. I’m almost mad at you for getting over it so quickly. I’m almost mad at you for getting.. aroused so soon. I’m definitely offended by you wanting “help” with that situation. Get some lotion, and take care of it yourself.
I’m not ready. I don’t know when I’ll be ready. I’m sorry.
Written Truth # 4
He says that I have changed. He wants his girlfriend back. I am just this lifeless zombie, going through the days... lately. It has only been three days since I went through something traumatic. I’m trying the best that I can. I still love him, but I do not want to do the same “things” as we usually do.
I need to cope. I need to heal. I need to laugh. I need to find myself again. I need him to understand that I am trying my hardest not to let this ruin us. I want him in my life but I need time to heal. I need time to accept. I need time to move on. I just need time.
He says he understands but he is frustrated. I understand that.. but I feel it is almost a little selfish. I keep telling myself that today is the day that I am going to be okay, but it just doesn’t happen that way. I can’t just snap my fingers and be completely better.
I love him to the sun and back, I just need him to understand more. I need him to put himself in my shoes. He is trying, I know he is. He is trying his hardest. I can tell. I just don’t know if I’ll be okay in a day, or a week, or a month. I don’t know when and I want to be okay. I’m just not okay yet.
Today, after three days, we kissed like we meant it. We kissed like we were in love again. It gave me those butterflies and I needed that. I wasn’t aroused.. I was just happy. He kissed me like there was nothing else in the world that he would rather be doing. We are making progress. Slowly, but surely. This is just the first step. We have finally made it to the first step, and I am so happy that I didn’t break down and cry. It didn’t last very long, the kissing. I went off to take a shower because I didn’t want to cry. I still haven’t cried, but I want to. I try not to cry because I know that he wants me to just get over this. I’m trying to be strong but sometimes.. I just can’t be strong. I just can’t.
Tuesday is going to be full of emotions. I’m going to be an emotional wreck. I am going to the women’s clinic that day for my appointment and they are going to get the rest of whatever is left of the “baby” out of me. They said they wanted to wait a few days to see if I could do it myself just naturally, and maybe I did. Who knows? I am too scared to look. I haven’t bled, so I know that I didn’t do much probably. It is going to be a major reminder of what happened and I know that I am going to have to start from square one again. I am going to be this emotional wreck and not be able to control my emotions yet again.
I really just want to forget all about all of this, but I know that will never happen. He told me something today that really made a lot of sense, in a really horrible way. “You had a miscarriage in our bed. In this house. In this town. It will always be a reminder. It is how you deal with it now”.
He is right. And I am so scared that I won’t get over this in a timely manner. It is a big deal to me. I killed whatever was inside of me. I killed it. It died.
I hope that everything works out. I hope that I find myself again. I hope that I laugh again. I hope that I grieve and finally become a person again. I hope to become his everything again. Right now.. I’m no ones. I don’t even belong to myself. I just walk around like a lifeless zombie.
Written Truth # 5
Today was actually very therapeutic. It hurt like fuck, but it gave me a sort of peace. Apparently, my body is fucking stupid because it was supposed to “miscarry” by itself but it didn’t. I went to the women’s clinic today and they had to give me a vaginal scraping to get the rest of the baby out of me. When they pulled it out, they told me not to look. It hurt so badly. It felt so uncomfortable and sharp pains. They were telling me that I was having contractions. I was like, “WHAT? I am still in pain.”
I didn’t look, but they said I was at least 6 weeks pregnant.
I haven’t cried over it yet. I almost feel at peace. It is finally over. I can get on with my life. I will never forget, but I am move on finally. My body is going to get back to normal and I will be me again. It is almost a calming effect knowing that I am going to get through all this emotional and physical pain. I know it has taken a toll on my relationship, but I know we will get through it. He is so supportive. I am extremely lucky to have him in my life. I can’t even tell you. I don’t know what I would do without him during a time like this. I really love him. I seriously can’t thank him enough.
I think it is all going to be okay.
There is a quote that someone told me and it really made a lot of sense. It helped a lot and I will never forget it.
“I feel like I had a child that was far too special to be in this world. My child was born, not to be raised and held, but to be a teacher”.
I believe that full heartedly. I am not religious but I am spiritual. I believe that my unborn child was meant to be and meant to not be completely in my life. I will always and never forget “him” (I believe that my child was a boy), but it has really opened my eyes on everything. I never really wanted children. I still don’t know if I do, but if that baby was ever going to get to full-term, it would have been mine. I would have not let him go, I would not have aborted him, I would have kept him. I would have loved him with all my heart. I know that he is looking out for me and one day, I will meet him. I just know it.
I really like having a blog. It allows me to just type. Just let it all out. No judgments. Just truth.
This is me. Plain and simple. I am not plain and simple at all. I am very complicated and live a medicated life.
Let’s see... I have a degree in culinary. I am 10 credits shy of having a AA in psychology. I am in a D/s relationship and have recently moved in with a very wonderful man. Huge sex drive. Sometimes no sex drive at all, like now. I review sex toys. I’ve been through hell and back, but I guess that makes us stronger in the end. I’m just curious when it is going to let up and let me live a delightful life. I think Karma owes me.
I’ll add more about myself later on. I can’t just spill all the secrets right in the first post now can I?
You’ll probably think I am some fucked up individual with a lot of shit handed to her, but hey, it makes me exciting.
For now, my name is Lulu. I’m 21. I take a lot of pills. And I’m completely in love. Hopefully I don’t fuck that up. Just living day by day.
Written Truth # 2
I had a miscarriage a few days ago. I never really ever wanted children... but I really wanted this one. I don’t know what changed. I don’t know why, but I really hope that this doesn’t ruin us. I feel like I am just a walking coma. I don’t know how to get out of this sadness. People tell me that time heals. I hope they are right. I’d rather not lose more of myself then I already have.
People say I should talk about it. Let it out. Cry. Scream. I’ve done all of the above but it still hurts. I barely even knew I was pregnant, then “it” was gone. That fast, like a speeding bullet. I need to become a person again. I need to get out of these pajamas, get dressed, take a shower, eat something, and stop crying. I just can’t seem to.
If you ever read this, I love you. I’m sorry. I know you are happy that I had a miscarriage and that it made everything easier. I know one thing in my fucked up reality. I know I want you. Keep me around, okay?
Written Truth # 3
Today, I woke up crying. I haven’t been able to stop crying. I cried when I fell asleep. I cried in the middle of the night. And this afternoon, I’m still crying.
I can’t seem to stop crying.
I had major nightmares last night. You know the ones where you try to scream in your dream or scream for help and nothing comes out and no one hears you? I had those dreams last night, repeatedly. And the whole time I knew I was still right next to my boyfriend sleeping. I knew I could just reach over if I woke up and he would comfort me. I didn’t though.
I don’t know how long I’m going to be upset over this.. but I think it is going to take a little while. I’m almost mad at you for getting over it so quickly. I’m almost mad at you for getting.. aroused so soon. I’m definitely offended by you wanting “help” with that situation. Get some lotion, and take care of it yourself.
I’m not ready. I don’t know when I’ll be ready. I’m sorry.
Written Truth # 4
He says that I have changed. He wants his girlfriend back. I am just this lifeless zombie, going through the days... lately. It has only been three days since I went through something traumatic. I’m trying the best that I can. I still love him, but I do not want to do the same “things” as we usually do.
I need to cope. I need to heal. I need to laugh. I need to find myself again. I need him to understand that I am trying my hardest not to let this ruin us. I want him in my life but I need time to heal. I need time to accept. I need time to move on. I just need time.
He says he understands but he is frustrated. I understand that.. but I feel it is almost a little selfish. I keep telling myself that today is the day that I am going to be okay, but it just doesn’t happen that way. I can’t just snap my fingers and be completely better.
I love him to the sun and back, I just need him to understand more. I need him to put himself in my shoes. He is trying, I know he is. He is trying his hardest. I can tell. I just don’t know if I’ll be okay in a day, or a week, or a month. I don’t know when and I want to be okay. I’m just not okay yet.
Today, after three days, we kissed like we meant it. We kissed like we were in love again. It gave me those butterflies and I needed that. I wasn’t aroused.. I was just happy. He kissed me like there was nothing else in the world that he would rather be doing. We are making progress. Slowly, but surely. This is just the first step. We have finally made it to the first step, and I am so happy that I didn’t break down and cry. It didn’t last very long, the kissing. I went off to take a shower because I didn’t want to cry. I still haven’t cried, but I want to. I try not to cry because I know that he wants me to just get over this. I’m trying to be strong but sometimes.. I just can’t be strong. I just can’t.
Tuesday is going to be full of emotions. I’m going to be an emotional wreck. I am going to the women’s clinic that day for my appointment and they are going to get the rest of whatever is left of the “baby” out of me. They said they wanted to wait a few days to see if I could do it myself just naturally, and maybe I did. Who knows? I am too scared to look. I haven’t bled, so I know that I didn’t do much probably. It is going to be a major reminder of what happened and I know that I am going to have to start from square one again. I am going to be this emotional wreck and not be able to control my emotions yet again.
I really just want to forget all about all of this, but I know that will never happen. He told me something today that really made a lot of sense, in a really horrible way. “You had a miscarriage in our bed. In this house. In this town. It will always be a reminder. It is how you deal with it now”.
He is right. And I am so scared that I won’t get over this in a timely manner. It is a big deal to me. I killed whatever was inside of me. I killed it. It died.
I hope that everything works out. I hope that I find myself again. I hope that I laugh again. I hope that I grieve and finally become a person again. I hope to become his everything again. Right now.. I’m no ones. I don’t even belong to myself. I just walk around like a lifeless zombie.
Written Truth # 5
Today was actually very therapeutic. It hurt like fuck, but it gave me a sort of peace. Apparently, my body is fucking stupid because it was supposed to “miscarry” by itself but it didn’t. I went to the women’s clinic today and they had to give me a vaginal scraping to get the rest of the baby out of me. When they pulled it out, they told me not to look. It hurt so badly. It felt so uncomfortable and sharp pains. They were telling me that I was having contractions. I was like, “WHAT? I am still in pain.”
I didn’t look, but they said I was at least 6 weeks pregnant.
I haven’t cried over it yet. I almost feel at peace. It is finally over. I can get on with my life. I will never forget, but I am move on finally. My body is going to get back to normal and I will be me again. It is almost a calming effect knowing that I am going to get through all this emotional and physical pain. I know it has taken a toll on my relationship, but I know we will get through it. He is so supportive. I am extremely lucky to have him in my life. I can’t even tell you. I don’t know what I would do without him during a time like this. I really love him. I seriously can’t thank him enough.
I think it is all going to be okay.
There is a quote that someone told me and it really made a lot of sense. It helped a lot and I will never forget it.
“I feel like I had a child that was far too special to be in this world. My child was born, not to be raised and held, but to be a teacher”.
I believe that full heartedly. I am not religious but I am spiritual. I believe that my unborn child was meant to be and meant to not be completely in my life. I will always and never forget “him” (I believe that my child was a boy), but it has really opened my eyes on everything. I never really wanted children. I still don’t know if I do, but if that baby was ever going to get to full-term, it would have been mine. I would have not let him go, I would not have aborted him, I would have kept him. I would have loved him with all my heart. I know that he is looking out for me and one day, I will meet him. I just know it.
I really like having a blog. It allows me to just type. Just let it all out. No judgments. Just truth.
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