I said it. Out loud. Felt great! I know better now than to post something like this *over there* but it had to be said. Her Facebook updates, daily, are about 3 things only:
the baby's jaundice level
the baby's weight
how tired she is
I've had enough. I feel bad for her. I sent her a message asking how she's doing. No reply. She is wrapped up in a world that bores the tears out of me. She has her kid, I have school. We're just too different.
Everyone fawning over her and the kid on her Facebook make me puke. What can I do for you? What can I bring you? I want to visit...blah blah. She's not an invalid for having just had a baby!
I dread the inevitable day she comes down to visit her faimly around here and our buddies have a get together...so they can oooh and ahh over the baby. I don't think I'll go.
Rant over.
the baby's jaundice level
the baby's weight
how tired she is
I've had enough. I feel bad for her. I sent her a message asking how she's doing. No reply. She is wrapped up in a world that bores the tears out of me. She has her kid, I have school. We're just too different.
Everyone fawning over her and the kid on her Facebook make me puke. What can I do for you? What can I bring you? I want to visit...blah blah. She's not an invalid for having just had a baby!
I dread the inevitable day she comes down to visit her faimly around here and our buddies have a get together...so they can oooh and ahh over the baby. I don't think I'll go.
Rant over.