i just want to apologize in advance, not sure why i’m apologizing, but i know by the end of this letter, i’ll say a lot of horrible non-motherly things, so i just want to apologize.
i’m 20 years old and i don’t want you, i don’t have that desire to get married, or to have you. it’s true, a few adorable kids in superhero costumes or kids in films being super delightful sometimes make me sorta need you (at that very moment), but that feeling quickly fades.
