I know the post about the miscarriage probably took you by surprise. Here’s a post with some background.
Me: I’m really frustrated with our relationship. I feel like I’m waiting on you for everything. We can’t get married, we can’t have a baby…. I’m afraid you’re going to wait so long to propose that I won’t be able to have a baby once we’re married. And then I’ll hate you.
Kiefer: So let’s start trying to have a baby now.
Me: I know you’re not ready…wait…what did you say?
Kiefer: I said, “baby.”
Me: Do you have a fever? Come here. I need to feel your forehead. Feels fine. Oh my god, you’re a pod person.
Kiefer: I love you. I know we’re going to get married and be together. And if it’ll make you happy, let’s try now. I know you want to be a mom, and I don’t want you to miss that opportunity.
Me: Is this just a trick to have sex 24/7?
So there you have it. It’s official. I’m no longer dating human Kiefer. There is only
Zul Pod Person Kiefer.
Favorite Comment From Last Post: “No! They already took prank calls away, now shoelaces too?!”—MissFourEyes