I wonder each day what I did wrong that neither of my children reproduced. I know there are others on here that have grandchildren and perhaps they have better insight. I have no wisdom. I wish I did.
I honestly don't know if I will ever reproduce, and I don't know if I should.
As much as I think my genes may be superior, due to my height, and my beauty, and my generally ability to speak poetic truth...
I am still kind of retarded, no matter what,
I wonder each day what I did wrong that neither of my children reproduced.
I don't think you have to blame your dumb-ass for not having your children reproduce.
But I would like to hear why you blame yourself, if you do.
Regardless, you still owe us a story.
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