tried everything — fertility treatments that drained both my savings and my hope, medications that left me physically ill, and prayers whispered in cold, sterile clinic waiting rooms. But every test came back the same, and slowly I had to accept the harsh reality. After that, dating became a minefield. Some men said they understood, held my hand, and promised it didn’t matter. But after weeks or months, the initial kindness faded, replaced by pity, then disappointment, and finally distance. One by one, they all left.Continue reading…
