Sunday, June 12, 2011

To the Drunk Guy in the Bar -

You're an asshole.  

Did you know that?  I doubt that I'm the first to tell you.  You looked right at me and asked me if I had kids.  I said no.  You said you don't know how lucky you are.  Really?  I'm lucky?  I asked you how many you had and you said I have three and my life has never been the same.  Once you have them you don't have a life of your own anymore.  Don't ever have kids you said.  I asked if you regretted having them and you said yes and no.  Then you don't deserve them I thought.  Then you actually kept talking...  They consume all your time, your money, and thoughts.  You can't stay out late in bars anymore (Really?  You could have fooled me.) and they'll ruin your marriage.  Are you still married? you said For twenty years.  Nothing's been the same since we had kids.  Everything changed.  We can't do things together just the two of us anymore.  Then you're not trying hard enough.  I said that much at least.  You said the words Having kids was the best and worst thing that ever happened to me, but really, they're the light of my life.  Clearly.


I don't know why I bit my tongue so hard that night and didn't call you an asshole right then.  I think I felt sorry for you but felt sorry for your kids even more.  I wish that I had shouted Screw you man!  I wish that I had told you that you don't know how lucky you are to have them but sadly they are not lucky to have you. Because you know, you're an asshole.

Sincerely,
Schovillova

2 comments:

Queen Kandis said...

Next time, give in to the urge. Call an asshole an asshole.

Schovillova said...

I know girl, you're totally right. My excuse: I only had 1 beer under my belt. Had I had 2 I'd like to think that I would have taken the gloves off and made you proud.