At least it ain't mine! But oddly she has been making jokes about pregnancy lately. Kind of freaking me out.
Anyways, I am an emotional basket case today.
Last night, we went out for dinner and then to one of our favorite bars. Had a blast. Saw lots of mutual friends, knocked back a few martinis and shots. Felt great. Afterwards we made the move to our apartment and things went downhill fast. Out of nowhere (literally out of nowhere, the topic of conversation wasn't at all related to what she sprung on me) she said, "Do you think this is going to work out?" I should've seen this coming. As readers of this threak know, this has happened before. The comments then devolved into garbage like, "Well I want to know there's at least a chance for marriage or kids down the line." I told her she was being ridiculous; let's enjoy what we have and for fuck's sake, let's not talk about marriage and children. Then she said that I knew all of this going into the relationship, blah blah. I was getting very angry so she said we'd just talk about it tomorrow. I pseudo-hatefucked her and we went to bed. This morning, not so much as a word about it. And still nothing.
Go ahead, start the "Conne, I told ya so!" stuff. Looks like I've been played again. Are all 30 year old women this crazy?