Here’s the thing about rebellion: much like doing whippets, it’s only fun in small bursts. If you let it go unheeded or even sympathize with it, it only grows. Eventually, like my bikini line during lockdown, it turns on you.
It reminds me of the time I rescued a poor kitten outside my apartment, only to learn a few months later it was a raccoon. What was initially adorable had become evil. Same goes for relationships. Some women date the bad boy with the face tattoo because he’s fun and…
