The other day my mother and I were sitting outside of Wal-Mart waiting for Bellan to get off work. I hate sitting in the car with her, because I know she either going to comment on other people ["Did you see that woman? Ugh, she looked horrible. She needs to pull her shirt down"] or comment on me.

She started to talk about her genealogy, and saying that she was going to leave it to me to give to my children. I don't want to have children I said while picking at my nails. "What? Of course you want children. Why don't you want children?". I just don't. Pick pick.

I've told her this before, many times. Each time, the same reaction. She deeply inhaled on her cancer stick and let it out. "Your brother says it isn't likely he'll have children. Maybe I'll leave it to your cousin Kate...". Just like that. It's acceptable that my brother doesn't want children, but not for me. I'm supposed to want them, jewels in my womanly crown.

Luckily, before we could go any further with it, Bellan came out and the conversation changed.