Musings

Today while having a conversation with a close friend through text messages my brain formulated it's own rationale to my current living situation.

I had likened not living in my own house to having to pay child support.
Every month a large portion of my income goes to something in which I have no control over and occasionally gain visitation rights to.

The response was "well, lets hope it doesn't last 18 years."

And that was when I came up with this.

My current living situation is more akin to a STD than child support.
It will clear up within a year but man does the itching suck.