What You Owe Me

What you owe me is an apology. An apology for being so fukcing insensitive. An apology for thinking we are close enough for that elbow-in-the-ribs-just kidding-hardy-har-har sh!t. Didn’t you notice the silence that followed? The slow, drawn out, dripping with barely contained sarcasm when he replied, “riiiighhht….” Was the tension thick enough or did you move right through it oblivious (as usual)?
This is a public rant so filled with anger you might want to turn your heads. Someone touch a nerve you ask? Not hardly. This wound is so raw, so tired of people poking at it, never giving it time to heal that it has bled dry. Nothing left to give. It gets tiring, always making excuses, pretending to be brazen and beyond it all. Well, not anymore.
DINK. Dual Income No Kids. Also stands for Didn’t I Not Know? Here’s what you don’t know. I’ll break it down for you:
Dual Income – yes because neither one of us is in it for the money we need both incomes to live the life we want. Neither of us has the luxury of being a stay at home anythings. Dual income because we love the work we do. Wouldn’t change a thing even though it means working for nuts and peanuts.

No Kids – Here’s where I gnash teeth and spit nails because you have no clue what you are talking about. Did you ever consider this: Clinically infertile. Barren. Irrevocable damaged goods. WhatE-v-e-r you want to call it. No natural born killers kids. No. Maybe there was a kid and now he’s gone and nothing can replace him? One shot deal. Adoption is a laughable gesture. Who in their right mind wants to hand over a kid to someone who has lost a mind; been to the funny farm? Has a shrink on speed dial? Has tried to commit suicide more than once? Has mental moments on an almost daily basis? Give me a fukcing break.
There comes a time when you know something just wasn’t meant to be. Seriously. You don’t pine away. You don’t cry over spilt sperm. You pick your azz up and carry on. Last but not least, you don’t take too kindly to the nickname dink.
So, back to what you owe me. Dink.

7 thoughts on “What You Owe Me”

  1. Damn straight! N O N E of their business!!! It takes a very enlightened person to know they just are not meant for it! Be it their choice ultimately or a higher choice.
    Reminds me of a book I read a few weeks ago, she happily went to a meeting called “Childless by choice” made me laugh!
    Great blog!

  2. Ruby & Time…u have heard the rant before. Just needed to get it out.

    I am definitely reading that book! Thanks for telling me about it.

    xoxox to you both!!!!

  3. Ok different book lol… this one was Life’s a Beach by Claire Cook. Two sisters and their somewhat dysfunctional relationship. A Must read. When the book ended I was pinning for my new friends… I was not ready for it to end.
    Rant away girl… my daughter has grown very tired of the comments about not wanting kids. She got to the point where she just said, “I’m sterile.” Not true, but gotta love her moxy!
    I read a reply once in the paper…
    Question: When are you going to have kids?
    answer: When childcare is free and minivans are not ugly… lol

  4. I listened to Claire read at a library conference not too long ago! She’s great!

    Thanks for the kind words (and text!!) I have yet to be this blunt to the faces that keep asking the kid question, but at least I got it out here. 😉 Even though this blog is like “punching under water” (as John Mayer would say), I feel a lot better. The anger isn’t festering…if that makes sense!

    I think I’m going to “borrow” the childcare/minvan answer! LOVE it! xoxox

  5. i hope someday people will realize how personal the choice is to have kids or not. and that choice alone doesn’t make it a guarentee. my amazing sister would be a wonderful mom but she can’t get pregnant. those questions hurt her a lot. its tough when people assume that you just click your heels and get pregnant.

    i admire you that you know what you want and don’t just have a kid to shut people up. sadly i feel that that happens a lot.

  6. I think my anger comes from people not listening. It’s not enough to just say “it’s not in the cards for us” – maybe people are just nosey or unaccepting….not sure.

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