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That’s the thing about having a baby: they are a part of you that is outside of you, so you can love them in the way you can’t stand to love yourself.
What was I then? Twenty-three? Twenty-four? The toddlerhood of adulthood.
To be pretty was to have a chance at being loved. And I was not, and therefore I would not be. That was what I believed back then.
How well do you know yourself? That is the other question of marriage. How do you know you’ll stay faithful? Interested? Loving? How do you know you’ll stay in love? And even if you stay all of those things, how do you know you won’t one day fling out an arm and shatter something irreplaceable? And the truth is, you probably will do that, so then the question becomes, How good are you with a tube of glue?
