I’m offensively fabulous.
I got married recently.
I braced myself, because I knew after all the well-wishes, the excitement, and the pomp and circumstance — there would be “the question”. A question that irritated the shit out of me: “So when are you having children?”
Someone said it best when they said, “You don’t choose family…you can love them, but you don’t have to like them.” For my fiance and I, who are “different” from our families, truer words have never been spoken.