You, however, got busy carving your ex-lover's name into your arm for every time you were cheated on in your pathetic sham of a relationship. Baby, you look like Edward Scissorhands had at you. You, on the other hand, are reeling. There is only one thing for you to do at this point. Pop in the Magnetic Fields' epic 69 Love Songs .
Christians only seem to have room for one unwed mother in their shrunken holiday hearts.
Baby, take a break. You deserve it. With public assistance as long gone as your sweet baby's daddy, you've been working shifts that would have Norma Rae shitting her pants. Oh, and turn up the volume until you can't hear your parents' precious grandchild screaming anymore. They fucking forgot my birthday.