For six years, I lived in silent agony. To the world, we looked like the perfect couple always smiling at family gatherings, posting anniversary photos, attending weddings. But behind closed doors, we were fighting a battle that no one could see. A battle that robbed me of my peace, my confidence, and almost my marriage.
We couldn’t conceive. It started subtly. “Give it time,” the doctor said. A year passed, then two. I began to sense the stares from in-laws, the forced smiles at baby showers, the whispered conversations at family events. People began to offer unsolicited advice some well-meaning, others laced with judgment. To read more click here
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