

Okay then, I guess if your kid has a terminal cancer we can also feed him to the tiger? After all in the end it’s just a bunch of meat.
That’s a weird comparison, and it’s honestly a sign that you are struggling with separating the two on an emotional level. Which is ironic based on your opening sentence.












You can straight up rent a “mom”, where a middle aged woman joins you for an event or similar while being nice and supportive.