Why does it have to take more than the keys? They’re just locks. If they lock, they should open. That’s what locks do.
Whatever kind of family you have, reality is relative. You know, normal is just the middle of the mess.
Whatever is not obvious is really not obvious, because I am not seeing anything remotely unapparent.
Tell you, two things I know about kids. One, they are the future and should be cherished. Two, they’re lying little bastards.
It is so weird that you slept with both of them when they were each other. I mean, come on. Relationships are confusing enough as it is without getting into that kind of, you know… bizarre arithmetic.