I can’t have kids. It’s just the way it is. I can’t, probably never could, have known for a few years that I can’t have kids. Partially my own choice to move from “unlikely” to “never going to happen”; but the choice was “health problems” or “kids”, and health problems won.
I’ve just spent the past 4 days with kids.
I can’t deal with it, as Nikki discovered when I rang her in tears from outdside where I was meant to be. I’ve got to spend another 14 weeks doing this. I can’t cope. I have to talk to my mentor and say “this is not possible, I can’t deal with it”.