A couple days ago, I was approved for the life insurance policy I applied for a couple weeks ago. It’s a policy I took out for children I don’t even have yet; my mom is the beneficiary in the meantime.
It feels weird, realizing your body is worth more dead than alive, but it was a step that simply made sense in the long run. Of course my mom’s first question to me was whether I had any other news to tell her. No, I’m not pregnant. Far, far from, in fact.
Fact of the matter is that I’m terrified of having children and have considered the fact that I may never have them. I have a lot of friends with children, and the picture fits. I can see them with kids and a family and it works.
Me? Well I’ve been able to change a diaper on one baby…
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