The one thing I will tell my kids everyday and make sure they understand from the day they are born is that love hurts. They need to know that falling in love will feel amazing but once you're in love, you're bound to fall out of love. Even if it's for a day, or a week. Even if it's for a minute. Love will hurt you. And it'll hurt like hell and you'll walk around with heartache until you accept the fact that some shit just isn't meant to be. I'll tell my kids the realities of it because on thing my mom didn't do for me was exactly that. She sugar coated it and led me to believe that it was all going to be beautiful. I believed it until I woke the fuck up and realized that NOTHING is okay and EVERYTHING fucking sucks. People will hurt you and people will leave and people will lie. You'll feel like you have everything and one day you'll wake up ALONE and you won't have your baby to hold or any goddamn love. You'll have to mend your own broken heart and fix yourself. You'll have to find every last piece of your mind because GOD FORBID you keep any of your sanity while your heart breaks a million times over. You'll have to delete the memories because it'll be the ONLY way you'll get the fuck over it. It'll fucking hurt. And that love you thought was going to carry you and last your entirety IS GONE and you will have to FIGHT against your heart for your life. Love is not beautiful. Love is a sign of weakness. Because we all know once you're in love, you'll fall out of love, and then you'll be broken, again and a-FUCKING-gain. Tell your fucking kids that one. No, Santa's not real, but guess what the fuck is.
