Dear lonely teenaged sadists,
Stop confusing motherhood with Precious Moments figurines. Having a child isn’t a guarantee of unconditional love. Chances are, your kid might not even LIKE you. This afternoon, I told my three year old to turn off Spongebob, and she stamped her foot and told me, quite succinctly, that she hates my guts. She has holed up in her bedroom, where she is probably plotting my demise.
