Yesterday, there was this baby. She was born at 5 pm in Texas. Her parents are an old boyfriend of mine, circa 2003, and the woman he was engaged to and broke up with before he met me (and then went back to after we broke up). Weird, I know.
This old boyfriend is the only other one that I’ve lived with besides David. We were together for a little over three years. Nice guy, but it was good for it to be over.
I know I’m not alone in this thinking… that we can breakup and I can feel like it’s the good and right thing, but you should probably never date anyone ever again, because no one could ever really be as uniquely spectacular as I am.
So I have little snarky thoughts about him and the girlfriend that used to be and that was then the girlfriend that is, again. And then I had that glug feeling when Facebook told me she was pregnant. And yesterday, the baby was born.
A few hours later, I’m sitting on the couch having “a talk” about these flaws in my existing relationship. The one that I am always thinking is so great. The one that just hit the 3 year mark on Sunday. So seriously, Universe? Fart on you.
margaret edith 