When your ex-boyfriends have children

When your exes have children, that's weird. Not that they shouldn't, they didn't break up for nothing, but at one point in your life there was a possibility that you and he could have put a little marble on this planet. Not that you talked about it, by the way, because you were too young for that (I was and bthere was still something going on with me).

Now I've been settled with the same, so my ex-boyfriends are from a prehistoric era. But I am at the age where they are all doing it. Having children, I mean. I still remember the first time, I had just graduated from high school, I believe it wasn't entirely a premeditated plan. But so be it, it can happen of course, and the child came. In my mind, the ex transformed into a father, with spit-up cloths and dirty diapers and a child who sees him as a father. Which he is, so not so strange. I have almost no exes left, they have all become fathers. I estimate that seventy-five percent have procreated. They all transformed in my mind into dads.

The marriage part, I was used to. I saw marriages that were cool (all on Facebook, by the way, I wasn't allowed to come), I saw marriages that made me happy (that it wasn't mine). But now I see twins, three kids, and station wagons, you had (until now) no idea that he might want to. And it makes you think, because have I now entered a procreative phase? I knew it was my friends, but me? Gosh, I think I need to get used to that idea.