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Am I the A-Hole for refusing to let my husband's infertile friend name our son?

If she infertile, then she don't deserve a turtle.

That's right.

If you can't squirtle, then you're infertile, then you're a hurdle. Oh, wow.

So my husband, male 33's best friend, male 37, will is infertile. How is that common

knowledge? It's fun. Yeah. When people just walk around like, oh, you know, you know,

old Willie. His, his will. His willy don't work. His Willie ain't work. It's so hot, ain't it? He got

divorced two times because of it because he lied and hid his infertility. Two times. Wait, so he's like

37 or now. Yeah. 37. And lying about his Willie. Like, that's, that's way too much. Like, come on. I get, it sucks, but you can't lie about it to your partner of all people. Yeah. Yeah. I thought to be long term. Yeah. And his life was not the same the day he was told he couldn't have kids. He'd always had a soft spot for children and

when he found out that my husband and I are expecting he was so thrilled that he started buying

his gifts and making decor pieces from his woodwork for the baby. That's super cute. Which

making woodworking decor pieces like man. I do like that. Yeah, man, man, man's Karen. He's caring.

Allegedly.

We'll see.

My husband thinks that those are real nice gestures, but I couldn't help it feel uncomfortable,

especially with how much he keeps mentioning the baby.

I don't know if there's any reason to feel uncomfortable now, right?

He's trying to garner some sort of rumple stiltskin situation. My woodwork for your firstborn child. No. That was a good reference. Rumple stildskin. A few days ago, my husband and I found out the gender of the baby. The minute we told Will, he started calling the baby a random name he had picked, the one that he would give to his baby if he wasn't infertile.

A little weird.

That's strange.

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