Photos of you and your baby are on the wall. Photos of the baby's daddy are there, as well. You and he live in the same apartment and have shared a life together for over six years, but you sleep in separate beds. Still, you tell me you aren't with him; that you've been broken up since August.

But when he comes home, you tell him hello. You're still having sex with him and no one else. You go on family outings. You make him dinner. Like it or not, you're living the American dream. Maybe one day you will make peace with this. Until then, I will support you in your insanity, even if no one else will. I get you. I'm not ready to live the American dream, either.