A few years later he'll have another one. Then about ten years into it he'll have an affair because I'm too busy and I'm too tired. Taking care of kids, holding onto jobs, paying mortgages, It'll keep us on an even keel for a while. But just as we're getting sick of each other, I'll get pregnant. The first year we'll make love all the time, and in the second and third less and less. And one day some guy will ask me to marry him. I'll go back to work on my new anti-depressants, have dinner with my parents and persuade them I'm back to being the normal one who never gives them any trouble. After you decide that I'm depressed, or whatever, you'll put me on meds, right? Well I know hundreds of people on them and they're all doing just fine.
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