This is not good
I'm afraid to eat my lunch. Matilda the Hun glared at me as I picked up my chicken salad sandwich.
Then later the nurses at the clinic scattered like dandelion fluff when I walked up the hall.
What the hell is wrong with everyone?
Okay, so the fertility injections make me a little crazy. And volatile.
I want a baby! Every donor I choose is quickly nixed by Dr. Pain In My Ass. Who does he think he is? You'd think HE wan.....
No.
No way. I'm not living my life with a Mini-He saying things like, "Yes, mother. I want to poke my eye out with this stick."
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distressed