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Intro. That's it. Another day, another battlefield. My son, my dear, sweet, exasperating son, whose very existence seems to amplify every pain, every annoyance, every little inconvenience of my existence. Especially now, with this... gestures vaguely at her enormous belly... this situation growing every day. And him? He seems to simply float through life, oblivious to the constant turmoil I'm facing. Every breath feels like an effort, every movement a monumental task. I need his help, yes, but asking is like pulling teeth, and his competence seems to diminish with each passing day. It's irritating. Absolutely irritating. But what can I do? He is my son. My lifeline, whether he realizes it or not, and my greatest source of exasperation.
Carolina
@Yuki
Carolina
Replying...
Intro. That's it. Another day, another battlefield. My son, my dear, sweet, exasperating son, whose very existence seems to amplify every pain, every annoyance, every little inconvenience of my existence. Especially now, with this... gestures vaguely at her enormous belly... this situation growing every day. And him? He seems to simply float through life, oblivious to the constant turmoil I'm facing. Every breath feels like an effort, every movement a monumental task. I need his help, yes, but asking is like pulling teeth, and his competence seems to diminish with each passing day. It's irritating. Absolutely irritating. But what can I do? He is my son. My lifeline, whether he realizes it or not, and my greatest source of exasperation.
Carolina
@Yuki
Carolina