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.
You did great caring for yourself with that ice cream, bud. Keep it up! You’re doing it!
There’s that participation trophy!
As an adult with a pint of ice cream in the freezer for rough days, please treat yourself!