I am not bothered about girls and their unpredictable mood swings anymore. We're having a chat and all of a sudden, you want to climb kilimanjaro or fall pregnant.
I won't be the one to talk you out of it or get sad or wonder why you're acting like a spoilt child.
I'll just disappear. You'd be shocked.
This is 2019 and we're not chasing shadows or telling dry jokes to rouse your dead face or asking why you are suddenly picking at your food when we're struggling to make you comfortable ,we're finishing our food and helping ourselves to yours.
We can't afford to leave anyone behind this year.
Like "Babe, if you're done picking at your food, can I have the pasta, please?"
And we're already turning the food onto our bare plates.