I didn’t want to be conventional. I didn’t want to be married. I wanted to continue living in sin.
I don’t want to have a baby. I don’t want to bring up any children. I don’t want to be a mother.
I don’t want to ask for approval.
I don’t want to need people.
I don’t want to lose my temper, my art, or my self esteem.
I don’t want to feel upset, or restless, or hungry.
I don’t want to be patronizing, or smug, or rude.
I don’t want to get caught up in the net of respectability. Or the drudgery of chores. Or the necessity to keep face.
I don’t want to be pulled down lanes of regret.
I don’t want a blank mind.
I don’t want to miss the fun.
I don’t want to be in the thick of other people’s things. I don’t want to be on the edge of my life.
so many expectations????
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Don’t worry. You’re not 🙂
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so far only one ‘didnt’. thats more than 99.9999% of people around. 🙂
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Jedi: Dont me mean! I’m getting aunt-allergy
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