Here are a few paragraphs from chapter 4 of my book Till Delete Do Us Part.
I was at the dentist having a cleaning when the dentist asked me if I was ready for college. I explained I was in my mid-thirties, thirty-five in fact, and had finished college after high school. She seemed surprised.
“You look so young. Are you sure you’re thirty-five?” she asked.
Without giving me time to answer, she asked how many children I had.
“None,” I replied but it sounded like mum because she had her hands in my mouth.
“Oh, are you infertile?” she asked.
First of all, you don’t ask people if they are infertile, because they might be infertile. I am not offended but only because I’ve spent my entire life trying not to get pregnant. What if I was infertile and devastated that I would never have children? She could have had a hysterical crying woman on her hands. Never ask people if they are infertile or pregnant for that matter, it’s just bad manners.
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