I have lost a child...a couple times over, and I am finally trying to deal with the grief I feel.
I have been married for 13 years, most of them very happily. After 3 years of marriage, I found out I needed a hysterectomy for some pre-cancerous tumors. Neither my husband nor I had any children; I was only 27. While I ached, my husband found a sense of relief...he was not sure he wanted children.
Two years later, my nephew, who was 8 at the time, needed a home due to behavior management. My husband and I agreed to take him in. I took it as God's plan...the "reason" I had my hysterectomy and my chance to have a family. After raising my nephew, B, for nearly 6 years, his step-dad, who had custody of him prior to my husband and I, decided he wanted him back. His reasoning was that my nephew and my husband didn't get along, which was true.
So, after 6 years, I had the only child I had ever known just snatched out from under me. I went from being a parent back to being just the aunt. At the time, I told myself that it was for the best, that it didn't bother me, that now I would have my freedom back...Well, after 9 months, I have realized that those were lies. I miss my nephew, I miss being a parent, I resent my husband for not agreeing to have children earlier in our marriage, and then pushing my nephew away.
I am 37 years old now, and I am faced with the decision of whether to remain (somewhat) happily married to my husband, knowing that I will never have children, never have a family; or leave and move on with my life in hopes that I find someone who makes me equally happy who already has children, or is willing to surrogate or adopt.
I welcome any and all advice or input...
Sincerely,
Tammy