I want to be opening the hard conversations now, while we still think we’re just young enough that all of this is just plain silly, because hey, guys? It isn’t silly, not really. We only get so many days.
Years ago, I broke up with a guy I was casually seeing years just because of Valentine’s Day -- and then started seeing him again in March.
All of my doctors assure me that the weight loss will slow down eventually, and then I can begin to settle into my new body. I have an irrational fear that they are wrong -- that this weight loss will never, ever end, that I will shrink away into nothingness and disappear.
I’ll never endorse the wake-and-bake approach to parenting, but I can’t see the difference between a glass or two of wine in the evening and a few hits of OG Kush off a clean bong.