Taking public transportation with Patience seems to bother everyone but me.
I’m terrified of driving. I grew up seeing my step-mom get into car collisions and with a nonna who never drove.
If I had a car I would live in it, that would be the only justifiable reason for the purchase of such a monstrosity and the insurance – proof something is most likely to go wrong – that accompanies it.
Bonus: I am medicated, my pill bottle advises against driving.
I’m told I can’t not drive with a child. Yet I haven’t had any magnetic pull leading me behind the wheel of some death trap.
Patience has a blast on the buses, trains, and planes – hehheh. She talks to people, dances, and sings.
I wasn’t concerned about materialistic appearances before, why would I be now? Especially now that I have a little one looking up to me?
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