Do you know how many of the few people that know about my infertility have offered me a hug??? Zero!!!! Even when I'm hiding out in another room bawling my eyes out. Not a single one of them has showed any care or compassion!!!
Sometimes "real" is our desire for a particular and preferred frame of reference to materialize. Our expectations may cause us to spend years believing the frame will be realized only because we once had it and want it again. Real is when we cease to wait for something to frame up. Waiting =/= Living. ~Zest of Life