Or two moms. That's an option.
traditional child-rearing sensibilities maintain that if a mother gives her son attention he’ll turn out gay, and if she doesn’t he’ll turn out autistic. if this is true, then logically every gay autistic person was raised by a mother in a constant state of quantum uncertainty, simultaneously giving and not giving affection. i call this hypothetical parent georgine bauer—schroedinger’s mother
I know what you did.
You give me one of those terribly awkward side-hugs. You comment on my town, and how you'll have to come visit sometime. You are not welcome in my home. I smile and reply politely.
But our eyes don't lie. In yours I can see pity. "What ever happened to her?" "It's s shame, really. She used to be so sweet." Perhaps a hint of fear. You know that I know. You know that I remember.
In my gaze hangs only hatred.
There is a certain horror in outlasting.
I am the perpetual survivor; steadfast eternal. As the world crumbles into sand between my fingers, I live on.
But dear God. I wasn't supposed to outlive you.
Trapped in my own personal Hell – doomed to watch my loved ones killed before me. And there's nothing I can do.