My parents know and are well versed in the fact that I’m celiac.
Mom made soup for dinner. We got home late, I couldn’t take my medicine yet, but I snuck several bites of soup from the pot.
Marshall made himself a big bowl, everything’s good.
(For the record, one single crumb can take me down for a week)
And I swear to god if one of yall says “well you should make your own food” I will bitch slap you into next year.
@theashleyray I truly don’t understand this surrogacy discourse. It is COMPLETELY vetted, everyone is compensated very well, and there’s so many safeguards in place? Like…sorry I’m inferior but I’d like a bay that is biologically mine? That’s not a crime!