Dear 2010, I am over you.

Dear 2010,

I am over you.  Why?  You suck, that's why.  You have brought me so much crappy news that I am ready to kick your ass to the curb.  I'm ready for a new year and a fresh start and hopefully a respite from finding out such terrible news about me, my friends, and my friends' friends.  Just a few crappy pieces of news you've brought my way, to refresh your memory...

• Friend had a miscarriage
• IB's co-worker was diagnosed with ovarian cancer at the age of 25 and has to go through massive amounts of chemo which we're still not sure is working
• Friend's mom was in a horrible car accident and spent months in a coma - she will likely never fully recover
• Worst person I can think of to have a baby, had one
• Friend's mom was diagnosed with breast cancer and it had already metastasized to other organs
• IB's great grandmother passed away
• After 11 months of trying, IB and I get a BFP only to find out 6 weeks later that our baby died
• I had to have a DE&C
• Sis-in-law's cousin passed away from cancer - she was in her early 20s
• An old friend I've known since we were 5 had her second baby girl who passed away from respiratory failure minutes after she was born
• Friend's mom had a hysterectomy because of above breast cancer and has multiple complications and can't eat at the moment
• Friend's 33-year-old bro-in-law's cancer has spread so much that he just found out they're stopping his treatments and he's going to go on hospice care.  He and his wife just got married a year ago.

I'm sure there are more horrible things - this year has been chock fucking full of them - but those are the ones that came off the top of my head.  So, 2010, fuck you.  Fuck you and your 9+ months of shit.  Fuck you and your remaining 3 months.  Fuck you, goddamn you to hell, and I can't wait until you're gone.

If you want to try to salvage just the tiniest bit of dignity in my eyes, you can send me a BFP in the next 2 months that results in my take-home baby in 2011.  That's all you can do to even begin to make up for this year of suck.  Otherwise, this will be my motto forevermore...

Yours truly,
Aly