Must. Resist. Drunk. Dial.

No one is entitled to my thoughts, and I must not act a like a petulant 3 year old when I cannot share them. Mine, and mine alone.

She will have a girl, because she was surprised.

And I feel like an asshole, willing to compromise my feelings to have a child. I am an asshole.

Is there no one to love? Is there no partner in crime?

I guess not...*sigh*