March 18, 2005 :: Really, I'm not
A friend called me yesterday to tell me she was pregnant. Although she swears she had no expectations about my response and she was just sharing news, I feel like I was supposed to say I'm happy for her. I'm not though.
See, although she didn't say who the father is, I know who it is. She has had a very on-again/off-again relationship with this guy, and he's something of an asshole. By any measure, not the sort of guy you want to father your children. On top of this, she swore to me several months back that she was done with him. I guess he's still around, and now he's going to be around for at least 18 years, and probably for the rest of their natural lives, really, in some form or another. This definitely isn't a good development for her, and I doubt it will be good for the child to have his/her mother and father with such an acrimonious relationship. It's probably not even good for the child to have such an asshole for a father, and a mother with such bad judgment, but I am proof that this situation can be survived.
So I was honest with her. I didn't bluntly vent everything, but I let her know I felt ambivalent about it. She knows I don't sugarcoat things with my friends. She seemed to take it in stride, but I still feel like this might be a rift in our relationship. Oh well... some grow, some die, others grow in their place.