I don't know what to write. I can't think with any semblance of coherence ( Read more... )

For all my pride in my own maturity, I see now that there are some things I may never be prepared to face without an explosion worthy of the highest diva. In my defense, my skepticism regarding paternity was somewhat justifiable. A part of me feels guilty even still, but when faced with the fulfillment of a one-in-a-million risk, one can't help ( Read more... )