I’m writing a few of your posts in my diary because you really have a way with words that I could only dream to live up to. And maybe in like 50 years when I die from my own stupidity and my kids care enough to read it your story would be a fun suprise for them and they’ll take one last look at me laying in my casket and think: “apparently mom was a little degenerate slut” So… thanks and hope you don’t mind🤗

Mind? I absolutely love it.

“Sit down. I found mom’s diary.”

“Oh God. Did she cheat on dad? Did she shoplift that coat that time, or did I just imagine it?”

“Yes, and she didn’t say. But there’s… other stuff.”

“You’re scaring me. But don’t stop.”

“Okay, so, turns out Mom was a dirty cunt who dreamed of terrible men infecting her mind and violating her body. Looks like she’s been edging constantly since 2019 because, quote, ‘girls are holes to be filled, not people to be pleased.’ Her suggestion for an epitaph is ‘She tried to be a good girl.’”

…

“Beloved wife and mother?”

“Beloved wife and mother. And we never speak of this again.”