“and childless widows” by Julia at her desk


Friday, March 2, 2012
10:02pm
5 minutes
The Supreme Court on Trial
Kent Roach


She said something about never getting married or never having a baby or never having either. I can’t care about her anymore, whatever it was she was complaining about. I seriously met her twice in my entire life; the first time she threw up on my shoes and the second I ran into her accidentally at the pharmacy. It’s not like we’re friends or even acquaintances. I’m being honest: her life does not interest me. It doesn’t matter to me in the slightest that her husband died when she was twenty-three. I mean, is that really my problem? Is it my problem that she was unable to conceive a child and now lives in a home with other women her age? I don’t know, I’m sure she’s tried to do great things in her life, but haven’t we all? Is her plight really all that sad? I mean, yes, not having a husband or having a husband and then having him die (it’s one of those two things, I’m fairly certain, I just never remember which one) is terrible. I’m not saying it’s not, or that she doesn’t have a reason to be sad. I’m saying that yes, problems in life happen. But not everything is a sad circus where people come to cry. I’d like to think we all have our baggage. My stuff might be a little lighter, sure, but it’s still something. It’s still relative at least. She might have even had a way better life before all these “bad” things happened to her, and I put “bad” in quotes because maybe she’s not that beat up about it. Her life before could have been perfect.