So recently I've found myself to be in quite a pickle. My best friend of say, the better half of 15 years is pregnant. Ready to pop any day now, actually. She's my age, 22, married to th father of their other 3 year old child, and living about 4 hours away in the city. They seem to be doing okay, living/renting a house, and her hubby's in school/working a job and supporting them.
However I think she has no business having another kid.
Heartless? Maybe. But I'll explain.
She'd always had big plans of travel. She was gonna go to England with me, but got pregnant last minute and then got stuck at home. After the birth, she married the father, and then from there their life has been a rollercoaster. Moving back and forth, from where we live, to 4 hours away, back home and living with her folks, his folks, out in a house, and back out again.. They've never shown an ounce of stability.
This is further enforced by her dreams to STILL go to England and live there for a couple years before the kids are in school. Really?
She hasn't gone to school, college part time/at home, nothing. She's actually only held 1 job in her life, and that was for a few months when back in school. So she's otherwise not prepared for what life is.
She lives in this perfect bubble. Things will always be okay. And I don't have the heart to tell her otherwise. Nor do I have the heart to fake being happy for her. I see her posts on fb, saying how many weeks, posting pictures and such, and I can't even comment on it because I don't think she's doing the right thing.
I think right now she's being incredibly selfish to herself, and her husband. She loves the idea of another kid, wanting the first to have a sibling close in age so they can be best friends (partially because I never had a kid around the same time and she still gives me grief about it to this day which also upsets me). She's got this perfect idea of how things are supposed to be, ideas of how its going to turn out, but I don't have very much hope for it turning out well. I think it'll blow up in her face, they're going to struggle a lot, and the unfortunate thing is, what'll end up happening is that she'll assume a THIRD child can fix this.
This is more of a rant than anything. My folks ask me how she's doing, and I shrug. I don't particularly care anymore, and THAT upsets me. I feel so strongly against what she's done with her life that I cant even be remotely positive for her, that we haven't talked in months.
No one may have any opinions or relateable advice.. no one may hav even read this... Alas dear void of FFF... thanks for listening.
However I think she has no business having another kid.
Heartless? Maybe. But I'll explain.
She'd always had big plans of travel. She was gonna go to England with me, but got pregnant last minute and then got stuck at home. After the birth, she married the father, and then from there their life has been a rollercoaster. Moving back and forth, from where we live, to 4 hours away, back home and living with her folks, his folks, out in a house, and back out again.. They've never shown an ounce of stability.
This is further enforced by her dreams to STILL go to England and live there for a couple years before the kids are in school. Really?
She hasn't gone to school, college part time/at home, nothing. She's actually only held 1 job in her life, and that was for a few months when back in school. So she's otherwise not prepared for what life is.
She lives in this perfect bubble. Things will always be okay. And I don't have the heart to tell her otherwise. Nor do I have the heart to fake being happy for her. I see her posts on fb, saying how many weeks, posting pictures and such, and I can't even comment on it because I don't think she's doing the right thing.
I think right now she's being incredibly selfish to herself, and her husband. She loves the idea of another kid, wanting the first to have a sibling close in age so they can be best friends (partially because I never had a kid around the same time and she still gives me grief about it to this day which also upsets me). She's got this perfect idea of how things are supposed to be, ideas of how its going to turn out, but I don't have very much hope for it turning out well. I think it'll blow up in her face, they're going to struggle a lot, and the unfortunate thing is, what'll end up happening is that she'll assume a THIRD child can fix this.
This is more of a rant than anything. My folks ask me how she's doing, and I shrug. I don't particularly care anymore, and THAT upsets me. I feel so strongly against what she's done with her life that I cant even be remotely positive for her, that we haven't talked in months.
No one may have any opinions or relateable advice.. no one may hav even read this... Alas dear void of FFF... thanks for listening.