Consider a slingshot – you must first pull back to propel yourself forward.
At some point, it feels like we stop “growing up” and start just…showing up.
As the daughter of a terminal alcoholic, I couldn’t help but chuckle at the situational irony here.
No, not because I’m a homophobe.
Once you make your decision to move, your entire life gives way to an awkward conundrum…
I miss the way you challenge me.
Lately, the only lasting issues I’ve had from my “Daddy issues” stem from the ones society seems to have with them.