I told my parents last week that it looked like my fella and I would soon be parting ways.
Mom gave me a hug, told me she loved and trusted me, and that she knew I was strong and loving and that whatever decision I made it would be the right one for me.
Dad came upstairs to my living room and sat down on my couch.
Dad: I wanted to talk to you.
Dad: About bees.
Dad: You want to be careful with bees. Don’t let them get too close to you, because they will sting you. And then they will build a mud nest on your house.
Me: Got it.
Dad: And birds?
Dad: Birds eat bees.
Dad: I’m glad we had this talk.