Very shortly, I will be a father. The only problem is, I don’t think I’m up to it. My partner has made the jump, but I’m unsure how.
Apparently, the key to a lasting union is arguing effectively, thus avoiding what are now being dubbed “the four horsemen of the relationship apocalypse” (not our term).
I was once fortunate to see poor parenting atop a horse in Outer Mongolia. However, as the years slip by, I’m plagued by unanswered questions.
As the only remaining unattached person in my social circle, Tinder, and the apps just like it, become a spectator sport. The reality is quite different.
I’m a father, so I’m an expert. Let me tell you, the rise of nonsense child names is certainly real, and it will certainly kill us all. All Hail Prime Minister Jayden.
As a woman without a child, I’m constantly queried about when the time will be. You know what? Get your mind out of my uterus.