I was in foster care. My mom was a druggie alcoholic.
Now, I have 5 kids: 2 girls, and 3 boys.
My oldest, a girl, needed my help. I gave her life advice her mom wouldn't. My second oldest - a girl - I helped transition. My third, I help him pick dresses and skirts, because he gets embarrassed around his mom. My fourth, we learned our own sign language when he was younger, as he was nonverbal autistic until he was 6. My fifth, his mom and I help him daily though leukemia.
I guess it would be better without me helping them.
Your an ass. Male role models can help, like female role models. My help is different from my wife's, but it in no way diminishes her contributions.
Monday, I drove my wife and youngest to Omaha to adopt a puppy (golden retriever). We were going to eat at Chili's because at least it's a known food. Well, the person we were getting the dog from was available early, so we did drive through.
Yeah, apparently this kind, and him being prepubescent means there's a 95% cure rate. It's still so much for him. He's way tougher than I will ever hope to be.
Bad humor