I read some shit but …
… this takes the biscuit
Well, it’s Father’s Day here in the United States. Yes, that day when men all over the country have an excuse to eat as much meat as possible, watch sports, and scratch themselves wherever and whenever they feel like it.
The real reason for writing today is to say B is the reason I live. He’s the reason I found myself wanting to wake up and keep going after my accident. He’s the reason I maintain sanity at times. He’s the reason I remain a reasonable adult when I would rather throw things and say bad words, two things I haven’t done since finding out he was on his way into this world.
Er, what about the woman who brought him into the world? Spent nine months pregnant and however many hours in labour?
Nah. My little boy. Who gives a shit about women?
PS men and meat? Ugh.