Black romper, wedges, earrings, clutch..
I feel as if I'm some chick heading for the clubs, like the good old days when life's too short not to party.
Or rather, that's how I feel others would think of me now.
Except that it's not the truth.
I just left behind a whining baby who has been giving me the cold shoulder the whole evening and only started to look at me when I'm about to go out.
Does she know that I'm abandoning her for a girls' night out, just that it's not a night out but a dinner?
She must have known, could she?
Wtf why do I feel like I'm cheating, as if I'm having an affair?!
That GUILT
Is that the mother's guilt?
Okay since I'm out, I'm not going to think so much. Sighs.
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