So I have this recurring nightmare where I wind up pregnant and have to move in with my parents and raise the baby. I’m sure I don’t have to tell you all why this is a nightmare of mine but the fact that it keeps happening, especially around this time of the month, is… irritating. And upsetting. So I was telling a friend of mine about my worries and she said she knew how I felt. She and her husband had decided they weren’t going to have any children. And then her birth control failed her. She had her bags packed and was already to leave in case he freaked out. o.O Every day my admiration for this woman grows. She was working full time and going to school full time and was completely prepared to move off and build a life for her child on her own. -Damn-.
“Damn…” I said. “I don’t think I could do that. I think I would curl up and die.”
“Nope.” She answered me. “You would come to me. Life would go on.”
Just like that.