Uncommunicative

My exboyfriend, of my first college puppy love, has a baby. She’s beautiful. I don’t think most babies are beautiful. I don’t even like babies. They make me uncomfortable. Kids I like. Babies are overrated: full of spit up and tears and uncommunicative woes. But he had one, and she’s beautiful. He lives with his wife and daughter in Europe. So that happened. How would that make you feel?

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One response to “Uncommunicative

  1. Ah. “Could that have been me or mine?” Then, “Hmm, there was that time… and then when that thing happened…”. So it ends up being, “Good for him. Glad it’s not me.”

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