Some people are just perfect, aren't they? I called my mother after the party last night to break all the news. I told her about the two babies on the way.
She had a meltdown. Now, there are good reasons for this meltdown. None of these people are yet equipped to parent; mentally or financially. Her meltdown wasn't about this, though. Her meltdown was induced by how people would look at her since the potential babies will be, well, bastards.
I didn't mention that I wish she would make one mistake so she could identify with us mortals. I did break the news that the Baby Jesus was thought to be illegitimate. He turned out all right. She's pondering.
Then she called me this morning--crying because I want a baby, and it's not fair. Now I feel bad. And so it goes.
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