Of idiots asking me when I plan to have another kid.
I will be forty seven in a couple months.
I had hoped that at some point in my life, stupid people would stop trying to discuss what's going on in my uterus with me. In fact, that day will be a happy day, one I look forward to. Probably VAINLY look forward to.
Forty Fucking Seven.
In fact, in fucking FACT, brothers and sisters of the congregation, I am having a damn HOT FLASH even as I type this. No shit. It has fucking started.
They wanna know when I'm gonna have another kid. I'm standing there drenched in sweat and they ask me this.
I will be forty seven in a couple months.
I had hoped that at some point in my life, stupid people would stop trying to discuss what's going on in my uterus with me. In fact, that day will be a happy day, one I look forward to. Probably VAINLY look forward to.
Forty Fucking Seven.
In fact, in fucking FACT, brothers and sisters of the congregation, I am having a damn HOT FLASH even as I type this. No shit. It has fucking started.
They wanna know when I'm gonna have another kid. I'm standing there drenched in sweat and they ask me this.


Oh. No. I'm 27 and I've been married for 9 months and I'm so sick of the "when are you having kids?" question. I thought maybe, just maybe, there would be a time people would quit asking that. Knowing how dumb people are, I don't know why I allowed myself this hope. Now I know how wrong I was. 


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