There are problems which are never meant to be solved. Like living with a mad dependent relative or something like that, which makes “me” want to take out a metaphysical knife and wound the listener’s very soul for not having been there.
(I personally am very lucky in life.)
...so I kinda have a special mind unit to slash at inside my own head. Whining at my husband does happen, but he has this great “yeah, and here we are, gosling” hug thing which makes most everything bearable.
There are problems which are never meant to be solved. Like living with a mad dependent relative or something like that, which makes “me” want to take out a metaphysical knife and wound the listener’s very soul for not having been there.
(I personally am very lucky in life.)
...so I kinda have a special mind unit to slash at inside my own head. Whining at my husband does happen, but he has this great “yeah, and here we are, gosling” hug thing which makes most everything bearable.