outside, your overprotective, controlling
mother is going to claw, scratch, scream,
bite, hurl her body in front of your
rapidly approaching new life—basically
she’s going to do whatever she can to
stop you. And it ain’t gonna be pretty.
It’s like when you quit smoking or
doing drugs and go into withdrawal.
Finally, you’ve taken a leap and done
something that’s going to massively
improve your life, and for days,
sometimes weeks, you feel worse than
you did when you were a wild child.
You’re hacking up all this nasty crap,
ridding your body of toxins, shaking,
sweating, puking, wondering why on
Earth you thought this was a good idea.