I had this mind-blowing realization a few moments ago where it dawned on me that literally everything that Max does for the next 70-80 years of my life (Yes I will be 100) will directly affect me.
And I’m an only child and don’t know how to share.
If Max wants to move to Canada and says he’s going with or without me, I’ll be in Canada.
My life is not my own anymore. And that’s terrifying in every way, and also so humbling. Because 90% of the time I’m a spoiled brat.
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