From an early age, she had decided that children were never going to be part of the picture. She'd live a quiet, happy life with a husband or wife. But she'd never considered getting impregnated or even adopting.
The snotty little things, children, sucked parents' wallets dry. Their parasitic company would linger for well over eighteen years. Asking and asking and asking and-
And yet still wanting more!
Y/n's mother would often find herself sneering at sobbing infants on the train. Her eyes would roll bombastically when hearing the pathetic pleas coming from a toddler in the toy aisle. Their selfish and entitled behavior just made her seethe in annoyance. And she never knew why.
It wasn't that she hated kids-
No, actually.
She did hate them. And nothing could change her goddamn mind.
Although, she was a bit hypocritical. She bore a great resemblance to that of an adolescent. She was immature. She couldn't take responsibility or accountability for her silly actions. She ran from her troubles.
