When breeders, you know who I’m referring to, complain about having to deal with their kids’ issues I literally want to smack them. Seriously, you complain about having a hyperactive kid that can’t pay attention or a kid that “ruined your figure”? F*** you.
Walk 1 month in the shoes of someone like me and you will be thankful that you are a breeder that popped out kids that are not perfect. Your problems are minuscule in a world full of real problems.
Going to a fertility clinic and having a doctor fiddle down there isn’t fun. It isn’t comfortable. It is gross. Getting injections into your stomach isn’t glamorous – it is painful as hell by day 3. Not even mentioning the extra hormones that have you on edge and running warmer than usual… Having to fork out thousands just to try and have your kid instead of just having an oopsie isn’t how anyone imagined they would have kids. Walking a fine line between giving up and sitting in a corner and living in a world full of breeders just ain’t as much fun as you imagine.
Yes, I know we have a kid at home – but it doesn’t mean that I don’t want another one. I know that I’m going to have to go through more hell, more invasion of my privacy and more money out of my pocket. So you poor little breeder that have to cope with a moody child, nobody cares – it is normal. Deal with it.