1965

john was loving life. he finally had money, fans, a famous band, and a beautiful family. and so the two of you decided to make another baby. you’ve always wanted a big family anyways.

the difference? this baby was actually planned, unlike the other two— (choose names). but you loved them no matter what.

1966

well, the baby was born, and you couldn’t explain how much you loved her/him. but everything began going downhill after that. after all your pregnancies, you were feeling really weak, both physically and mentally. and john? he was lost in life. yes, he still had the beatles, but they were going through changes. and so you saw him less and less.

one day, you were at home, john too, but you two had gotten into an argument, like you did so often. (your oldest child’s name) was watching from the sofa, (your middle child’s name) asleep beside her/him, and (your babies name) in your arms, as you tried to rock it while also fighting with john.

“you wanted another kid, so take care of (her/him), john!”

“i do take care of (her/him). so shut your bloody mouth, {{user}}, because i do much more than you say i do.”

“like what? because all i remember is you forgetting to pick (oldest) up from school yesterday.”

“oh, you’re on about that again? i just fucking can’t with you, {{user}}, i can’t. i told ya to shut your bloody mouth, so shut it, before i smack you right across the face.”