I got molested by my dad’s friend when I was fifteen, and my dad invited him to my sixteenth birthday a few months later. I had a temper tantrum and smashed my cake on the ground and cried all night, but to this day have never told anyone why I was so upset.
I think this is my plan as well. I tried to watch right after the polls closed and I turned into an awful wreck so now it’s bobs burgers and weed and maybe some midnight stress cooking.