My How Life Changes

So, I found out last night that my ex boyfriend, the one who didn't want to get married and have kids, (which became a big point of contention in our relationship) is having a baby with his new girlfriend. I'm happy for him and for her, but it was a shock to hear that. I mean, I have a baby and a husband and am happy and know that everything is the way it's supposed to be but it was still surprising. I used to dream of having this man's baby and now it feels like he's living the dream that I had with him with another woman, like I wasn't good enough or something. I know that's not how it is, and I honestly am glad that he and I did not have a child together, but my mind can run itself in circles sometimes and that's where it took me last night. I had a great night last night hanging out with sober people; we went out for Cuban food in Hallandale and then to Coldstone for ice cream (the best, most orgasmic ice cream you can eat, I promise). The baby ate some rice and beans and plantains and I was excited to be able to order in Spanish and have what I said actually sound like Spanish. It took me years to learn how to roll my r's without sounding like I was trying too hard. I'm learning French right now but Spanish is next on my list of languages to learn. Since I'm of French descent, I wanted to learn that first; it's important for me to be in touch with my roots because they are the base of who I am as a person. Anyone who has a problem with the French can bite me; it's wrong to take a government and let it determine how you feel about an entire people. That's just how I feel.