It’s the parental curse of eternal-youth vision
There was no way I was having a heart attack. Right? I didn’t have heart attacks. Other people did.
Go ahead. Get your kids. I’ll wait.
We’re not incredibly smart. We’re moderately old.
It’s not the same. It isn’t real.
Time moves on whether we like it or not.
I don’t let them turn me into the same people who hurt me. I never will.
People like that love company.
Sometimes my posts betray me. I snitch on myself, as the kids say.
In this house, you say goodbye when you leave.