Ever since I got pregnant I sort of had this idea in my head that I’d want to write an essay about how I’ve gone about reconciling my past as a self-identified slut and transitioned into being a mother. But the words wouldn’t come to me when I was pregnant, so I figured I’d get to it once I actually had the baby and experienced motherhood. So I waited and waited, and now, six months later, I’m still unable to write about it. It’s not because the subject matter is too difficult or too sensitive. It’s just that I’ve come to realize something: What is there to reconcile?
I’ve come to the conclusion that the parents of the world (even those that claim to be friends) aren’t totally upfront about what a fucking absolute nightmare it is to have a newborn. When I’ve confronted people about this in the past six weeks they sort of just laugh it off and say, “Oh, I guess…
Compulsory reading