yesterday i went to fulfill my almost-citizen obligation: sunday shopping. stopping for a second by baby clothing and shouting: oh, mami, look how cute! have another babygirl again! and my mom, as usual, responds: well, its your turn.
no, its not. walking by the teenage washroom supplies, my little depression started. whats the point of going through all this... from pregnancy sickness, through explaining multiplying in the second grade, to troubles with your teenager. and then worrying they wont kill themselves in their new car. i had an odd day at work, was late for school, and on the top of it i lost the battle against the cold. again.
and now he tells me - already at work at 430 in the morning, getting there straight from the bar - to send him a kiss. breakfast to bed. to get closer to him.
he is really rude. he messed up whole depression thing.
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