Hard feelings begone!

Some people have got more balls than others.

Let's pit my Hemingway-wannabe-it's-complicated-but-we're-friends friend against the seed of my beautiful offspring.

The former sent a "token" of his friendship and appreciation of my candor this morning. The token? A freakin' beautiful Emporio Armani wristwatch, along with a pashmina (because my cube is directly under an A/C vent) and a pretty scarf.

Talk about closure. Or starting over as friends? Whatever. I guess, at the very least, the message was, "No hard feelings."

Now for my selected sperm donor.

Zip.

No, I don't expect him to shower me with expensive jewelry. But given how many years we've been together, and how freakin' long it's been, and that we've both moved on without ripping each other's heads off, shouldn't he at least even have the decency to initiate unhostile talks for the sake of his daughter? Or at least say, No hard feelings, let's talk about her this once.