I Wonder

I wonder about being here sometimes. It makes me sad that I question my existence. Truly, I am better than that, bigger than that. I want to be loved and have a teammate in life. I worry about being a crazy lady in a wheelchair who isn't attractive, doesn't find a lover, or isn't capable of earning a life partner.

I have been looking at babies, not that I want one or ever did before, but find myself saying, golly, I would ray rather have gotten accidentally pregnant than accidentally paraplegic. Such a weird thought.