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One day I woke up and realized I'm not a baby nurse anymore. I'm not even a young nurse. I'm a real adult who has now been doing this for years, and I'm definitely expected to know what I'm doing at all times. And that's fucking terrifying.
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Wow. Just. Wow.
When do we say enough is enough?
Wow, that is quite the story. Not sure what I feel about this, but then again, I'm not in the position Terence's wife was in. Since it's just me, I'm probably more likely to say, "Just let me live as long as I can without drugs, and I'll be happy that way." But were I married and had a family, I'm guessing my mindset would be entirely different.
Thanks for posting this!
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