Times to Celebrate
Just Beat It
"Are you sure you want to discontinue?" asked the lady at the desk.
"I'm sorry, you know, money's tight and I guess your methods just aren't for me." A cushioning blow. I was done with their shit. I didn't have answers and I wasn't pregnant. It had been nine months since I started their program and all they did was fuck me up with meds
"Well, Mrs. Carlile, maybe it's for the best." I won't miss her. Jodi, the check out lady, has made it obvious that she thinks people like my husband and I shouldn't reproduce. She always glared at my septum and the holes in my ears. Today she was staring daggers at my vertical libret and the trail of dots tattooed under my eyebrow.
"Well maybe some time with no assistance will help. If not, we'll try doing a clinic again," I say with a kind half smile. I signed the check, did the paperwork and left.
Once I got home I took off my pants and crawled into me and Aus's big bed and turned on HGTV, nothing making me fall asleep faster. Money wasn't tight, I was a labor and delivery nurse and Aus made tons of money with his band. We had a nice house and were ready to have kids, we just couldn't for some reason.
I heard Aus walk in the room and start to get undressed. "How was your appointment?"
"I discontinued our services."
"Why?"
"The nurse told me that this was just a sign that I shouldn't have kids."
He crawled onto the bed and kissed my nose, "babe, we'll get there."
