I’ve been in a dark place lately. Eliza’s death hit me pretty hard, even though we really hadn’t seen each other since HS. It’s just one of those things and I don’t want to write a lot about it.
Anyway, have some indignant generational ire, because it’s a good way to funnel some rage:
And this article: “Last weekend my baby had a fever, and we contemplated taking him to the ER, and my first thought was – had to be – “Oh God, that could wipe out our bank account! Maybe he can just ride it out?” Our status in this Big Financial Game had sucked my basic humanity towards my child away for a minute. If I wish for something better, is that me simply being entitled and delusional?”