We think we have it all figured out. We think we can control things. Fix them. That we can keep life moving forward on the path we’ve chosen. But all that’s standing between us and chaos is a tiny, fragile thread. Cut that thread, and we’re all just falling into space.
There are always sacrifices one has to make as a parent. Especially the parent of a teenager. You don’t always get to do the things you want the way you want. But we can make these small sacrifices for the good of our children. After all, if we can’t do that, we don’t deserve to be parents.
Speaking of closure, maybe now is a good time to mention that I’ve met someone new. Online. We’ve only exchanged a few messages. He’s a flat-earther, but it’s very serious.[to Logan]
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My father protected me. Taught me. Kept me alive. And that’s exactly what I’m going to do for my son.
It’s been a long time. But if I’m gonna do this, I need to do it right. First rule of the code… don’t get caught.