Dear best friend,

Where do I begin? I’m sorry if our friendship has changed since you found out you were pregnant, I’m sorry if I’ve sort of distanced myself even though we’re roommates. But I’m even more sorry about the fact that I’m jealous. I’m jealous because the same week you found out you were pregnant, I found out I couldn’t have babies. I’m jealous because I want one and you don’t. I’m jealous because you didn’t even have to try.

Dear best friend,

I’m not sorry that I hate you. The fact that you rub your pregnancy in my face is bullshit. The fact that every time I have a glimmer of hope that I could have a baby you shut me down and remind me that I can’t. I am not sorry that I can’t stand to look at you and your belly, even though I am more excited than you about it.

Dear best friend,

Please. Just. Move. Out.

Sincerely,

Your jealous best friend.