Whether it your own or somebody else’s… I don’t care! They suck!

The screaming, the mind shattered wired as fuck laughter, the inevitable tears, it all sucks!

Now, this was bad enough when it was my own, but these aren’t even mine! These are my boyfriends kids, and the pain is real!

I do this because I love him. I mean, I must because there is no rational person who would put themselves through this shit otherwise!

What I should be doing is adult ingredients at a festival with the other adults I know! Or even just chilling out in my garden, having a bimble about maybe, anything but this!

I’m not mixing with the parents. Zero interest. I am not getting involved in any way, shape, or form. Zero interest. I don’t appreciate the invitation and I don’t want to be here.

I don’t really want to be around children at all, but that is an unravelling can of worms for another story!