Fait Accompli.

Sigh. I am in such a mood today, a no good, very bad mood. And I really shouldn‘t be nor should I be the least bit surprised but I seem to be both so there you go.

So, yesterday, someone within close proximity to me happily informed me that they’re pregnant, preggers, knocked up, with child, etc., etc., etc. and, my personal issues with that particular condition aside, that, in and of itself, wasn’t so bad, not really, children are a lovely gift and blah blah blah, but when I consider who this "happy" news came from, it suddenly transforms into some freaky déjà vu-ish nightmare I can’t seem to wake up from.

First (and this probably one of the more cattier problems I have with this whole thing), I resent (very much resent) being put into a position where I’m forced to either lie, pretend ignorance or let my silence take sides because the person in question has decided this “happy” news needs to remain top secret, her mouth to my ear and no further. Oh, I get why she wanted it that way, I don’t suppose anyone likes to have it thrown in their face that what they’ve done is nothing short of a disaster for all involved (even those who don’t wish to be). But to throw this at me was bullshit, straight and utter bullshit because she knows full well that if I did what she asked, it‘d not only mean being dishonest with someone I love and respect but when they found out (and it‘s a given they would) I’d been dishonest, it would hurt them.

Does anyone see my dilemma here?

Second (and more importantly), children are indeed a gift, one of the greatest, but there are some people and some circumstances or situations where having a child isn’t a practical or feasible option and this is one of them. That may sound cold and if it does, I’m sorry, but in this case, it’s true. This person can barely handle the child she’s already been gifted with and financially, she’s so far buried a backhoe couldn’t dig her ass out. And that’s before adding in the secondary player and all the drama that little l'horreur des horreurs will invoke.

So, despite all the stress already circling like a pack of fucking buzzards, guess who’ll be dragged into the middle of this raucous melee? You got it, me. What fun.

Yeah, I know, I know--I’m such an insensitive bitch but I just can’t seem to help myself. Been here, done this, don’t wanna do it again.