An Open Apology to My Friends With Babies


We’re in an impossible situation you and I. It’s been weighing on my mind for a while now and it feels a bit overdue to say. But here goes. As much as I love and care about you… sometimes I just can’t bear you.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy for you. No, scratch that. I’m really happy for you. Genuinely. I’m sorry that I appear to be showing zero interest in your child; and that I haven’t called; or visited. It’s not that I don’t care or think about you. I do.

If things were different, I’d be all over this. I’d be jumping at the bit to spend time with you and little Billy. To hear all the gruesome details of the birth and breathe in that inimitable smell of his tiny head. To coo over his long fingers and claim that one day he’ll make a…

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