Oh no, it's not enough that I had to be in the hospital, have another surgery and spend hours of my life cleaning out a huge wound. It's not even enough that the stitches my doctor kindly put in yesterday to speed the healing hurt like a motherfucker. Nope.
I've apparently warped my daughter into the bargain.
Today at lunch Ironflower mentioned that she would never get married. Not that I'm in any rush for four year old to elope, but I was a little concerned that she was writing the whole process off at such a young age. I asked her why. She told me that it hurts. I was confused, until Hot Guy was able to explain.
She's told him that she doesn't want to have babies and "hurt like Mommy."
I feel like such an asshole. A whiny, cranky, horrible asshole. Clearly I've complained too much. I've warped my kid. She's going to wind up in therapy and it really will be all my fault.
How do I fix this?
And I really have to fix this, because Ironflower has enough issues on her own. Last night she was very curious about whether you go to the bathroom after you die.
