Like, everywhere I go (home, work, the fucking checkout line at the grocery store), I always seem to end up being the sane, rational voice / mediator.
I just want to be the crazy one for once.
Like, everywhere I go (home, work, the fucking checkout line at the grocery store), I always seem to end up being the sane, rational voice / mediator.
I just want to be the crazy one for once.
Fellow parentified sons & daughters represent.
They’re halfway their sixties now and I still have to mediate their squabbles.