I had a talk with my dad yesterday about what I'm planning to do with my life. Our discussion began with my dad saying:
You know, you're not getting any younger.
Dad, look on bright side, I offered. I could be married to an abusive drunk with three screaming kids and an addiction to pain pills.
After a lengthy discussion, we agreed that it was my best interest to continue school. Advantage: even. My dad can proudly announce that his daughter has her doctorate, all the while I get to put off deciding what I'm going to do for another year or two.
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