Our weekend away at Kiara Resort just outside of Clarens was good for the soul. Not just because the scenery was spectacular and we relaxed but because I managed to make some serious decisions about life moving forward.
We went away with some friends – two couples who have both got children. One couple conceived their son shortly after a 6 week miscarriage (both pregnancies were “natural”) and the other couple conceived their daughters during their second IVF treatment. One would assume that they would be considerate of our situation, but this did not always play out with the one couple. (I must state for the record that the one couple is always considerate of our situation and are always there for us, the other not so much, they are more focused on their lives and the husband really does not think before he speaks, I wish he would learn that words hurt in ways that he cannot comprehend.)
These children are all super cute… but while they are super cute and I love them dearly my heart gets sore knowing that our children will be much younger than them by the time we manage to get some of our own (they are all one this year) and that essentially our kids will grow up separately to our friends children. Now I know that we’ll end up making friends with other people who have kids the same age as ours (when we finally manage to get some) but it stung a bit to hear our friends talk about how much of an adjustment it has been to have children, about those sleepless nights, about how sometimes your heart just breaks cos you struggle to soothe them, and so on and so forth. We of course could not comment on this cos we are not there yet.
Our friends discussed this at length and told us “We’re not trying to put you off having kids but it really is so hard and SUCH a challenge”. Being told that “you’re lucky you can’t have any cos you can sleep in tomorrow morning” *really* stung and I felt this rage boil up inside me, it bubbled just under the surface ready to spew it’s venom and acid but I managed to drown it with a few glasses a glass of wine. But it is still there, simmering inside, eating at my mind, just waiting for it’s chance to boil over and pour out like lava…
It was then that I realised that I need an objective voice inside my head. I need to talk to someone who is not my family, who is not from my church, who is not a friend. Someone who can help me release this anger, someone who can help me release this sadness, someone who can help me regroup and someone who can steer me in the right direction towards gluing the tattered pieces of my heart back together. Someone who can make me believe that my husband should *stay* married to me and not seek someone else who can give him children. Someone who can help me believe that I *am* a good woman and not a complete failure.
It was not all doom and gloom while we were away. We bought some awesome metal decorations for our garden, we indulged in pancakes with ice cream and I realised that my husband sure is a keeper. He has to be to put up with me. (But don’t tell him I said so…) We laughed, we ate good food and we bonded with our friends and their children. Those pixie hugs and pure love for us helped me realise what we will have one day, what we can achieve if we can just find the strength to push on and push through.
Because of this weekend I start therapy this week.
So yes the weekend away was not quite what I thought it would be, but overall Clarens was good for the soul.