The other night I was asked if I ever thought about having children. By the man who said he wouldn't marry me. I was astonished to say the least. Five years ago we had this discussion. No, I never want to have children. NEVER. EVER.
Now all of a sudden, "Have you ever thought about having children?"
Yes, in Wal Mart surrounded by screaming kids and white trash single mothers I have thanked the lucky stars that I have no desire for that kind of life. Or in the grocery store when some kid is having a meltdown over a bag of cookies. I smile and turn up the music to drown out the screams and say, "Thank God that's not me."
And really, why would I want to grow a parasitic being inside me for nine months, go through excruciating agony to get it out, and have it slowly suck the life out of me for the next twenty years, and then be so grateful for the life I provided it with that it sells my house and puts me in the cheapest nursing home it can find, and blows my life savings cheating on it's spouse?
I'm going to have to say no thank you.
(When the man who won’t marry me was asked the same question in return, he simply replied yes. Yes he wants to have babies, but no he won’t marry me. Really? You might get the milk for free, but if you want calves, you’re going to have to buy the fucking cow, and even then it probably won’t reproduce.
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