When I was 10 years old, some moms in my fifth grade class organized an end of the year pool party for our entire grade. It was one of the first times I can recall being sent into a tailspin of anxiety for weeks, because it meant I had to wear a bathing suit in front of my classmates. After many…
Scott sent this BEAUTIFUL photograph along with the following note:
“You can say I opted into having children and that I should have known that meant taking their abuse, but they do often quite a bit to that ever-present feeling of being trapped. I am a loser.”
It’s pretty clear Scott forgot a word in that sentence (LOSER!) but we all get the point. And also - to tape a sign of yourself that proclaims yourself a loser, then to allow your own daughter to physically kick you - man, that is dedication to loser-ishness and we also applaud Scott on his willingness to psychically scar his own daughter in order to be a part of this dumb bit!