One time she said, 'Let's make a baby,' right in the middle of sex. I thought I wanted to have a child, but my erection died instantly of its own accord, like my body was trying to tell me something... We talked it out and decided we wanted to get a house first so the kid would have a stable home base.
She was in the room when a psychologist diagnosed me with depression... 'Why are you doing this to me? You're being so selfish and childish!' That night, I realized I married my mother. I've been doing pretty great since the divorce.
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