So, everyone is all excited about Alfred and Lilly...and then I'm somewhere thrown to the side. What I mean is, his friends who find out about the baby, get all excited over her and him. I'm offered congrats and a "she's beautiful"...sometimes, but really, I always get thrown to the side, unless I'm enduring comments such as, "Oh, is this the mother?" No, no, I'm not, I'm just the hot nanny he's screwing. Seriously. Women. Suck. Why are we our own worst critics? I suppose I shouldn't be surprised by this at all. When Alfred and I first began dating, people were livid, they hated me for the simple fact that he picked me and not them. Rumors were spread, looks were given, nasty comments made. So, now, he not only picked me again, but I am the mother of his child, reasons to hate me more. Whatever. Fine. I'll be the pariah, but one day, I won't sit by quietly. Tick, tock, tick, tock....
It's been a while since I posted, I know. I haven't much felt like it really, even though work is as boring as usual. Sigh. Life update: I'm still depressed. I still hate living in San Diego and desire to be elsewhere. We're looking to buy a house. I start school on the 24th. Lilly started crawling, waving and wanting to feed herself this past weekend. She can pull herself to standing when given the chance as well. She loves to dance. I started an Irish Step Dance class a month ago and LOVE it...gives me something else to love in my life besides Alfred and Lilly, gods know I needed it. And yep, that's it in a nutshell. Fin.
