I told my wife that I killed Mason. Of course, she thought I was joking.
I waited until she had given birth to our first child. So that lets you know what a piece of shit I am, but it also lets you know what a pragmatic piece of shit I am.
Congratulations, honey, you’re married to a murderer. Now exactly which flavors of organic baby food am I supposed to pick up at the store again?
If I had told her when she was pregnant, she might have miscarried our child. And I love little Reina more than my own life. Much more than my own life. Every day with this child is a…