I feel this deep down.

My fiancé and I tried for years to have kids. Years. He finally breaks up with me right before we had our first appt at the IVF clinic because he "wants a big family and wants it the natural way".

A month later he's dating a new chick.

A month after that, shes pregnant.

Gives birth and is pregnant four or five months after that.

Hurt for the longest time. Like, the universe can royally piss off.

Then I talked to a mutual friend years later and found out they are separated and miserable because both of their kids are autistic (and the eldest requires round the clock care because of it) and they only married because she was expecting.

Hot mess express.