That abomination tastes nothing like cheese, what are you talking about. 😅😅😅
Also...
I miss cheese.
That's all. Lol
He called people in NYC "animals in a zoo." He and Epst**n planned eugenics camps for genetic experiments, to include only people with blue eyes. And a lot more ugly stuff.
He isn't on the board of flock, but his company's one of the investors.
https://jacobin.com/2026/04/epstein-thiel-tech-finance-trump
In the past few months it seems to me like the water is softer than it used to be. Is it just in my head, or did the city change the treatment process somehow?
When my kids were younger, parenting choices were so much easier. Now that they are teenagers and acting more independent, pushing back more, becoming their own people— as well as developing a whole host of new difficult behaviors-- I am finding myself so scared that I will do something that pushes them away, the way my nparent pushed me away.
My rational brain knows this is not likely, and once my kids get through this developmental phase, they will see why I am parenting the way I am. But my fearful side is really loud, because of my own experience with estrangement.
What if my kids can't see how much I love them, because I'm so focused on trying to react to their difficult behaviors? What if when I lose my patience and snap at them, it traumatizes them, and they push away from me when they become adults? What if I am deluding myself about trying to be a supportive, loving parent who is setting healthy boundaries and modeling proper behavior..., and *actually* I'm doing something deeply wrong and abusive and don't even know it? What if the delusional narratives the estranged parents tell themselves... will apply to me someday?
I don't think I could live with myself if my kids cut off contact with me in the future.
Again, if I am rational, I can sit down and count all the ways I have made different choices than my nparent did, and how my kids don't actually have a real reason to take such a drastic step to cut me out of their lives. But my emotional side is terrified. When my kid yells at me about how it's not fair that I took the car keys after he didnt clean up his mess... the fear inside me kicks up fierce. What if he leaves me? What if I'm an abuser?
It's just another one of millions of ways the nparents f*** us up, I suppose. I'm just struggling today, people 😞. Parenting teens is hard enough, without my own trauma making it more complicated.