Here. I have to live with this, now you do too. I wish I could say it was bad. That would almost make this easier. But it’s not. That’s all I can leave you with. Don’t waste your life trying to understand, just accept. When your turn comes, and your child looks to you with hurt and disbelief, their quivering eyes imploring Why? … tell them this: tell them that to overthink is to be stretched upon life’s rack, and that this will burn it from them before it is too late. Because you love them.
Also she totally farts rainbows and I have no idea what the fuck this has to do with toast.