The Truth Is…

I have been married 7 years. We have no children. We don’t want children. Which makes life difficult when you work with women who all have children or are currently pregnant.

I don’t always want you to run into my office to tell me that your daughter called you from preschool to tell you that she misses you and then you start crying.

I don’t want to be invisible in the car when 3 of us are going to a meeting but 2 of you talk about nothing but mommy stuff.

I ESPECIALLY don’t want you to insinuate that I can stay late at work or do things that you can’t because well…the gist of the dig is that I don’t have a family like you do.

I don’t want to feel like I live in a shitty area because “area is really important to us” and you act like it wasn’t important to me just because I wasn’t considering school zones.

I don’t need you to tell me (when I talk about my family and my parents divorce) “now I understand why you don’t want kids. It has nothing to do with that.

I don’t want to hear every “precious” thing that Susy did or said or how amazing it was when she spat up her dinner and it was in the shape of Jesus.

I don’t hate kids. I just like the standard of living that I have and I want it to stay that way. My house is clean, I’m not tripping over toys, and I get to sleep through the night, oh…and I actually have spending money.

Respect that.

I respect that you have to leave early to pick up your kid when daddy can’t, or that you had to take a week off because he/she was sick.

Consider that maybe once I don’t want to hear your stories or come rushing to your office to see your darlings newest pictures.  Can we maybe, just maybe talk about something else.

Don’t make me start telling cutesy stories about my dog and showing you pictures of her. Because if you don’t get the hint, eventually I might have to turn into that lady.

I suppose there is a reason I barely leave my office…