Mom was murdered nearly in front of me when I was 10. I found her body. I thought it was a suicide for years. I tracked down the trigger-woman years later and friends helped me scare the hell out of her. She's probably in Greenland by now.
Daddy... Yeah, can't talk about that.
I'm never having kids, no matter how many show up for those freaky weekends. I'm looking forward to spoiling my friends' children.
It isn't fair, seriously. Mine would inherit my enemies list, and I'm not doing that to them. Especially if their dad was-- well, my first choice.
And I get Worry #2 as well. What if I got killed like Mom? Or the ulcer took me out? And let's face it, I'm not warm and fuzzy. If you can't be there for them... yeah.
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Daddy... Yeah, can't talk about that.
I'm never having kids, no matter how many show up for those freaky weekends. I'm looking forward to spoiling my friends' children.
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I'm mostly worried they'd inherit my problems, and that's not cool to dump on a kid. Worry #2 is that it's genetic and I'd take off like my dad did.
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And I get Worry #2 as well. What if I got killed like Mom? Or the ulcer took me out? And let's face it, I'm not warm and fuzzy. If you can't be there for them... yeah.
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