An hour later, the ice cream container was empty, and the wine was gone as well. My head was heavy, and I was conscious enough to recognize I was drunk. Penny was a jerk, that was for sure, but despite many prior arguments in the past, we could never stay away from each other for more than a week. And Ross was becoming a young version of his Dad, whom I loved so much. What would John say if I could ask him about agreeing to have s*x with our son?...
Again tears started pouring down my cheeks. And then I remembered what my late husband told me time and time again: "Darling, don't do what others expect you to do. Do whatever YOU want and don't regret it. As long as you do not harm others, everything is OK. When we are older, we may regret things, but my grandpa said to me that the only thin
