The Blame Shifts
As I processed the news, a notion occurred to me. If I were fertile, the problem had to be with Alex. It was a realization that helped me see our previous challenges in a completely different way. I blamed myself for all of our unsuccessful attempts to create a family. But maybe I wasn’t to blame. It was difficult to digest, with feelings of both vindication and loss.
The Blame Shifts
Reevaluating the Past
Sitting alone that night, I couldn’t help but remember our previous attempts to have children. Each recollection, formerly tainted with self-blame, now appeared different. I remembered Alex’s frustration, and how he would shut down any discussion about obtaining treatment. Everything made obvious now. This insight did not alleviate the anguish of those years, but it did provide a fresh perspective.
Reevaluating The Past
