This popped into my head randomly, shoving aside My Pixie Juice and two already overdue essays. I hope you enjoy it.
Not mine. Not now. Not ever.
My Persuasion
What did I want?
Nobody asked me what I wanted. What I would have liked. How I would have planned things.
'Cause boy, did I plan. My path was mapped out all the way to the nursing home. A house. A garden. A ring on my finger.
Oh well.
Zero out of three ain't bad.
Got a kid, though. It cries, it whines, it poops, it eats, it burps, it poops some more. Oh, and sleeps. Intermittently.
A dog would have been so much easier.
Somewhere around now, people tend to interrupt themselves with 'Oh, don't get me wrong, I totally appreciate the steaming pile of horse crap God's thrown me into, but sometimes I wish things were just a little bit different.'
No shit, Josephine.
Whether I like it or not, I'm stuck with this kid. I didn't want it then, and I definitely don't want it now, but that doesn't make it any less mine. And I gotta take care of it. That's what I'm here for.
Sure as hell The Ex isn't.
They don't care what I want either. Nobody does. Nobody cared about my plan, how I wanted things to go. I had to carry the frickin' thing around for nine months! Am I the only one who doesn't get a say?
They all put in their two cents' worth. The pharmacist. The gynaecologist. The nurses. Those gnats in Radiology. Kelso. The Ex.
All of them stuck their noses in. All of their opinions suddenly mattered.
Except mine.
What did I want? I wanted a stable home environment. I wanted a community to help instil in my kid the wonders of life. I wanted a partner who'd share the joys and sorrows of parenthood with me. I wanted someone I could lean on. Someone who could lean on me.
Guess it's a bit late for that.
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