Almost every time I do something fun and tickley and cuddley and adorable with Jake, my heart stops and I wonder, "did Jeffrey Dahmer's mom do this stuff? Was he a sweet boy? Did the Unibomber know all his ABC's when he was one? Did everyone love him when he was two?".
It's awful.
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i wonder that stuff too. I look at Liam and think how every demented molester and serial killer was once a little snotty giggling toddler that liked to watch cartoons and blow bubbles. it's crazy! I try to assure myself that he won't be psycho because the crazy ones must have also been tortured and ignored and seen horrible things that my child is sheltered from. I can only hope.
I love you because you say all that stuff that I think. You rock!
That's disturbing - but so something I would do.
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