Not fitting in


  • 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.

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