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The Beginning of the End, Part Two

I'm not actively breaking up with Mr. Wonderful, but I think I've finally divested my heart from him. And why, you ask? Because, dear reader, he finally made his fatal statement.

As I've told you before, he's much older than me. His children are already grown and he's not in the market for more. And believe me, I get it. If I were his age, I'd be looking forward to playing with the grandbabies and sending them home to their parents, too.

However...

That's not the case for me. I don't have kids yet, and I'd like to have them. Nothing is guaranteed...and it's not like my biological clock is ticking like crazy. But I want to have the option of procreating with the man I love, and if that can't happen with Mr. Wonderful, I've got to keep it moving.

So here's how it went down...we were watching the movie Overboard with Goldie Hawn and Kurt Russell. At the end, Russell asked Hawn what he could possibly give her she didn't already have. She told him she wanted a little girl. At that point, I turned to Mr. Wonderful and said, 'You don't really want kids, do you?' He tried to turn it on my by saying, 'You don't want any, either.' I was like, 'I never said that.' He then turned to me and said, 'Is that a deal breaker?'

Unfortunately for him, it IS a deal breaker. After all, if I stay with him, he'll have me and his children taking care of him when he gets too old and sick to work. Since he has 16 years on me, he'll be entering those years much sooner than I will. What'll happen to me when that time comes? I told him, 'Dude, your children won't take care of me when I get old.'

So there you have it, folks. The official beginning of the end. Stay tuned...

Comments

Tiffany said…
Yeah that would be a deal breaker for me. Even though I already have 3 beautiful children, I would like the option of having more and not someone telling me nope from the get go, but at least you know and aren't married. That would be devastating. Good luck.

Tiffany
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