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Imagine you're a young blonde Midwestern woman in the prime of your plump little life. You've settled down with your high school sweetheart and bought a house. You're ready to be supported and protected. You've saved some money and you know you're soon going to be ready to really nest and make a baby (or five). And there's just...this.
(Photo: Future failed author Patrick S. Tomlinson, with his future ex-wife and plaintiff. "I could paint a lizard better than half these people," he was heard to remark.)
You try to talk seriously with your manbabychild about your hopes and dreams, only to be met with, "It's okay, hon. I won't be writing short stories about sexy catwomen forever. In fact, I'm starting a book! About rocket ships!"
And then one joyous day you learn you've conceived Life. You work up the courage to exclaim to your partner, "We're pregnant!"
"Don't worry," he smiles, "we can get rid of it."
He broke her. She's the only thing that ever brought him any joy and he broke her.
(Photo: Future failed author Patrick S. Tomlinson, with his future ex-wife and plaintiff. "I could paint a lizard better than half these people," he was heard to remark.)
You try to talk seriously with your manbabychild about your hopes and dreams, only to be met with, "It's okay, hon. I won't be writing short stories about sexy catwomen forever. In fact, I'm starting a book! About rocket ships!"
And then one joyous day you learn you've conceived Life. You work up the courage to exclaim to your partner, "We're pregnant!"
"Don't worry," he smiles, "we can get rid of it."
He broke her. She's the only thing that ever brought him any joy and he broke her.
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