once upon a time,
a beautiful woman fell in love
with a handsome man.
they did what was normal:
moved in
traveled
had a kid
had another
and then one more.

that last one was me.
dear god, i wish they had stopped after two.
they're not bad parents.
this is just a miserable world.

school
work
money
death.

i want more.
i demand more.

but when does it get better?
a year or two?
nope.
next week?
maybe.

no one knows.
maybe it never does.
it's all chance.