- I don’t have kids.
- I’m not single.
- I’m not infertile that I know of.
- I’m straight.
- I’m not married.
- I’m not even mentally ill anymore !
Even my stepparents want me to fit in a nice box. They say to J-L that surely by now, I’m his fiancée. And they are counting on grandkids next year. Twins.
What box am I in ?
Oh. Wait. I have braces. But I’m not a teen. Ackward.