1.a) The cries of children wake you up; when you have no children.
1.b) Said cries of children fill you with rage and thoughts of murder.
2. The routines of those surrounding you become your own, without your approval.
3. The one you loved is the one you hate.
4. Your values have become mere "ripples of the splash" in the eyes of your cohabitants.
5. Your blog has been compromised to "not offend."
6. The government dictates, you condone; then follow through without question.
7. An internet alias is no longer effective.
... more will ensue.
*I'd foster a neighbour, before I ever covet a son.*
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