I lied. Posting Sigrid feels now.

BASICALLY.

SIGRID FEELS.

She runs off with Van Alden, as if running off with some guy from Atlantic City to Chicago is a fucking normal thing to do. To make it better, she takes on a fake name, gets herself into a fake marriage, and, oh hey! Abigail is now her daughter; but, she basically was since Nelson hired her to be. And then! At some point during this year and a half, she performs her fake wifely duties and pops out a kid of her own. Like, omg, this woman is the most chillax about things, and rolls with the punches like a fucking pro of pro-ness. Like, seriously, if the newly-single father of the child I was nannying came home all frantic and was like “WE MUST GET OUT OF HERE NOW AND LEAVE THIS STATE” I would have just been like, “Oh, yeah, sure, let me go get a few things first” then I’d leave and NEVER COME BACK Like, lol, Sigrid, don’t you know that running off with a man who decides to create aliases is a terrible idea? I love you, you crazy, apparently over-trusting Norwegian you. You need to watch movies more. This probably isn’t going to end well for you.