Thank synchronicity, but OF COURSE I know this mother. Entertained her at the circus a few years back, bitch never returned my phone call. Well sure, she sent me an email while toasting on some beach near some ocean. Not bragging, however, simply too busy expecting to be alpha, forgetting that beta is a choice, not something one resigns to.
Yes, she showed up coincidentally at gymnastics today, and yes, I had no choice but to ignore her. I've seen her dragging her six kids around town, being married to her doctor...tennis lessons, karate, Jackie's Art, and the ol' Montessori. That was back when I totally hated on preschools. Still do, and I plan to forever.
Her weight was the same as mine used to be (not in THAT way, her ass looked much fatter). Talking to another bored mom, bored by her faked "having so many kids makes me a more natural mother". Been there, I promise.
Now, I'm humbled...right? O God, take me, break me, make me...remember? Of course you do, king of fake castles. And the one about the gift horse...it's Greek. Unfortunately, not in the Bible.
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