"The portion of Rhett’s brain that manufactured ‘what if’s had experienced a significant growth spurt after he’d had children. Rhett could act as nonchalant as he wanted; inside, his brain was constantly churning out the same stuff any good parent’s brain would churn out, things like what if my kid stopped breathing in their sleep? It’s three in the morning but I’d better go check. Or, what if the nature of my profession is actually a horrible influence on my children? Or, What if I am inadvertently causing subtle damage to my sons, as I subconsciously try to sculpt them into miniature versions of myself, and the damage will only be realized when they have moved out, are trying to start their own lives, and are struggling to reconcile who they feel I want them to be and who they feel they themselves are, underneath their upbringing? Therapy is expensive and may not be available after the coming apocalypse."
That is so hilarious because it's such an insightful and perfect description of a parent's inner monologue. I don't usually read bleak stuff, but the stellar writing and pops of clever humour really got me invested.
Thank you for reading, and for taking the time to share your thoughts! I certainly understand that this kind of story is not everyone's cup puffed he... Am very glad you're enjoying the writing and humor!
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