I had a great childhood. But as soon as I say something like “if I smell alcohol on a man’s breath, I immediately think of my dad” Terry just responds with some overthinky, pschobabble.
All I ever needed from my parents was an occasional “good job,” a pat on the back, or an extra scoop of ice cream. And sure, I never got those things, but how else was I gonna learn that I was neither special nor important?
That one hit a little too close to home. I think I’m going to call in sick to work this morning. And maybe go buy some ice cream.
That one hit a little too close to home. I think I’m going to call in sick to work this morning. And maybe go buy some ice cream.
Take a “good job” pat on the back from me. I don’t know you but I’m sure you deserve it.
Thank you, kind internet stranger. I’m still going to buy ice cream though.
There’s that participation trophy!
As an adult with a pint of ice cream in the freezer for rough days, please treat yourself!