Oh good lord. I know what I’m feeling. I’m feeling broody. Oh shit. OH shit. OH SHIT NO.

Wait what?

And I know what spawned this. Having effin’ BR come ‘home’ and get into bed with me while I’m already asleep, and when I wake me tell me ‘It’s ok babe, it’s just me, shhhh’. Oh for fucks sake, Alex. Really? It’s ripping at my effin’ heart strings here. No, I don’t want a family, not with him. Or do I? Oh dear. I need out. Now.