In which Babs pretends she has no maternal instinct.
I can't have children?
Oh.
Heh.
When they used the word 'sterile' -- completely and utterly without a shadow of a doubt: infertile -- I felt something inside me. Bizarre. Surreal. I don't--
...haven't wanted for a family. I mean, I've thought about it -- what woman my age hasn't? -- but in the end, I always associated that kind of life, those kind of relationships, with chains.
Even still, I can't explain this feeling inside of me. A sort of passive, dormant sense of loss that I refuse to explore. I'm doing everything I can to blame it on instinct and lock it away for good.
I'm scared, honestly, to think about a future where I could survive peacefully enough for nine months to birth a healthy child. All of that down time to myself, stuck in my head -- it'd be torturous.
Or maybe I'm scared that future doesn't exist.
Oh.
Heh.
When they used the word 'sterile' -- completely and utterly without a shadow of a doubt: infertile -- I felt something inside me. Bizarre. Surreal. I don't--
...haven't wanted for a family. I mean, I've thought about it -- what woman my age hasn't? -- but in the end, I always associated that kind of life, those kind of relationships, with chains.
Even still, I can't explain this feeling inside of me. A sort of passive, dormant sense of loss that I refuse to explore. I'm doing everything I can to blame it on instinct and lock it away for good.
I'm scared, honestly, to think about a future where I could survive peacefully enough for nine months to birth a healthy child. All of that down time to myself, stuck in my head -- it'd be torturous.
Or maybe I'm scared that future doesn't exist.