Do you ever wonder what you’re going to tell your grandkids, kids and/or young people your part in this whole social movement was?
I feel like I’d be one of those gross, full disclosure kind of parents. Like, I’d tell my kids the fucked up things I’ve seen and done. The horrible things I realized about myself, in order to make myself grow.
The over explanations are the compensation for me always feeling I am in the dark, and my kids would understand that.
I feel like I wouldn’t say I made huge strides, but I will be sure to tell my kids they cant play with some kids because they’re the parent(s) a rape apologist/wave riders/empty trash.
Then, I’d pull out screenshots from today, because “mommy keeps receipts” will be a thing.