First you’re dating. Then you have kids and want to kill yourself. I know because it happened to me.
And then I threw up in my hair.
I told him, “I think you have Asberger’s Syndrome.” And he said, “I think you just push men away.”
I call them “Dicks in sweaters.” My start-up co-workers.
I just keep eating, hoping to feel better.
“Do you have to go potty?”
Pills pills pills pills pills.
But instead I married him.
*Overhead. Maybe I said some of them.