My theory is: when your parents get divorced, they give some kind of a hand.
When my parents told me then they would separate they told me 3 things: it`s not your fault, it`s not your fault and... it's not your fault.
The problem is: I dont buy it. No kid does.
I see the pictures of when they got married, when they were good looking, smiling for each other... hell, when they even just look that each other?
So what happened between than and now? Me.
I... I came along and I made you tired, and irritable, and anxious... and i made you loose your hair, gained twenty extra pounds...and, somewhere in all of that, they stop loving in each other...
So I have my own idea for a hand... next time tell me: one: hapiness is hard. Two: don't make the same mistakes we did. And three: ok... maybe it is your fault.
You want me to be honest?
You go first.
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