We all forget to put diapers under their tiny shorts sometimes. We all have cried at Whole Foods. We all love our children. So can’t we all just be nice to each other?
Do you think Shakespeare ever anticipated that the quest for true love would have turned into this?
Wasn’t I supposed to feel some kind of unbreakable emotional connection? Wasn’t everything supposed to make perfect sense now? I was just more terrified than ever.
I used to think the most terrifying thing that could possibly happen to me was being haunted by a demon.