Why oh why did I ever second-guess myself when it was time to make that big decision? It’s wrecked every aspect of my life. Every one of them.
I wish I’d had a vasectomy ten years ago, it would have prevented this whole shit show. Not that I regret my kid, I love her to bits, but the relationship that led up to it is very, very bad for my mental and physical health, and if I want to be part of my kid’s life I have to remain stuck in that cesspit in one way or another.