My husband owns a shitload of shoes. To his credit, when a pair starts to fall apart, he replaces it. Which is great! I’m not married to a grown man who looks like a hobo. But then he won’t throw out the old pair. Like at some point he’ll be sad be threw out a busted-out pair of dress shoes? No.

I don’t know about the shaming of other dogs, but if another dog was humping my dog (which happens) and she freaked out and I thought she was going to bite The Humper (which she has never done - just gives me a “Is this happening? Is this real life?” look and waits for a human to intervene), I’m getting that dog off…

True: all it said in the original article was that she had been married for 20 years and had two kids with that husband, but who knows what the fuck was going down in that household/within that family. Maybe she had cheated on him before and he wasn’t the bio dad so he bailed? At this point in the story nothing that…

I never said I don’t want to adopt, so please don’t tell me I’m “sad.” I was pointing out the information I had personally received with the research I’ve done, and I never claimed to be an expert, nor that I knew every state’s regulations. But thanks for making me feel shitty!

Found the original story and she was married with two kids; husband was the father of her children. They had been married 20 years!

Ooh! Just found the original New York Magazine story and she was married with two kids. Yikes.

I thought she was married? I assume the daughter would be with her dad, unless he’s unable to care for her.

That was my question for my serial-cheating ex! How did he hold down a full-time job, maintain our relationship, and still manage to fuck skanks on the side? He did usually multi-task by meeting them through work so there’s that.

YEP. My ex did this: admitted to cheating and oh! He wasn’t using protection since he had a vasectomy. We weren’t using protection either (vasectomy, LTR that was exclusive, etc.) but the tests and waiting periods in between tests before I could confirm I was in the clear were excruciating. I cried at every blood-draw…

And I don’t mean to imply you just mean “missing out on parties” but that’s an easy example to point to.

That makes a lot of sense! And you’re smart to at least think about it. I’m shocked at how many of my friends and family didn’t weight that and then were downright resentful when baby = can’t go to every party anymore. Like, fucking seriously? Did you think you could crate a baby like a puppy? I think it’s still…

Ugh, my in-laws would be weird if we adopted, too. I can just feel it. My husband’s best friend was adopted at birth and doesn’t know his birth parents, yet my MIL always refers to his mom - the woman who has raised him - as his “adoptive mother” or “you know, not his real mother” which is total fucking BS.

Aw, thank you for your kind comments. We’re doing OK and have a lot of little ones in our life to spoil and then go home and have a cocktail and sleep in so best of both worlds?

I’m almost 38, but I meant she was tired back then, despite being young and having energy because you don’t know what you’re doing, she had a pretty good case of PPD, and just the total upheaval it is to your life. I was colicky, too, and apparently didn’t stop screaming until I was 4 months old.

I know you didn’t mean it to sound harsh and it’s idiotic of me to take your comments so personally. I hope your husband is doing well. What a horrible thing to face as a young couple. I also had some issues just before we started trying and so we knew it would require a little assistance but we just kept running into…

FWIW and YMMV, I don’t think hearing a strange child screaming at your workplace is an indication of your readiness to be a parent, or what type of parent you’d be. Even my most patient friends (who love their children and are doing a damn fine job of raising decent humans) find strangers’ children annoying from…

I should have you talk to my friend who was pregnant with her first at 37 AND considered overweight, too! Lots of fun times for her. Yeesh.

To be fair, a good chunk of my 20s was “I don’t want kids” but also because I was self-aware enough to realize I wasn’t in a good spot for that. But that’s probably not unusual.

This may be an obnoxious question, but can you switch doctors? Even to a different one within the practice? Because that’s awful. I’m sure they have to cover their asses with warnings about risks but you shouldn’t feel so awkward.

I was ambivalent until I met my husband. It seemed like parenting wouldn’t be this horrible slog as long as I had him on my team. Funny how things change!