My uterus and I would very much like the questions regarding our future together to stop, and not just because I don’t have all the answers for you. I don’t like the way that intrusive questions like this make me feel.
“Does this outfit make me look fat?”
The right question at the right time can change the course of a life, can still a turbulent mind, or heal an angry heart.
Which one of you is the man?
It can be fun, until it’s not anymore.
A man who cares isn’t callous. A man who cares isn’t selective. A man who wants you doesn’t ask you to jump through hoops.
Does he actually care?
You start to wonder if there is something wrong with you. Why you are not wanted?
Basically, what I’m trying to say
Without coming off as rude
I’d just really like to know beforehand
Will there be food?
Since you were a child, you learned to begin your sentences and end them with an apology. As though your existence was a burden for everyone. As if your questions were not important.