The happiest time of your life

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My son gets anxiety attacks occasionally, not to the point where it disrupts his life, but when he gets them they are bad. Coincidentally he got one two days ago on a job site and called me to come there and talk him through it because I've dealt with anxiety too and know it's terrible. I made up a lie to my husband that the sole of his shoe came apart and I had to bring him another pair. Had he called my husband saying he was having an anxiety attack he would have been told to put a tampon in and go back to work motherfucker.

I think it’s probably good to have that good guy/bad guy (or tough guy) dynamic however it’s split.

I tried to be both over the years (and sucked at that). I would have loved to be able to say “wait till your dad gets home”. My mom could say that and we’d all fucking salute her. And still loved/admired my dad anyway.