When you have twins, you don’t do fuckin’ SHIT for like two whole years.  If one parent leaves for like even fifteen minutes, it’s like abandoning the other parent to a tornado, Man of Steel-style.   You can barely hold things together when it’s the both of you.

You definitely don’t spend hours at a time together alone without your infant preemie children, swimfucking in a lake or canoodling in restaurant booths or hanging out with friends, pretty sure.  Don’t ask what I’m throwing shade at.