Remember when I was all ‘Why did I eat the dairy when I knew it would hurt me?” I know why now.
I was slowly being able to eat more dairy without feeling sick. So this one morning I made myself a bowl of Cheerios before work. After I ate a couple of spoonfuls though, I could tell it was not going down well. I asked my Dad if he wanted to finish it for me. He asked me why I didn’t want it and I told him my stomach wasn’t sitting well because of the milk; I thought I could handle it but I couldn’t. He said ok. I took my spoon and he took the bowl. Dad added some sliced banana, some granola, even a little bit of chocolate powder on top and began to eat. After a couple of spoonfuls he began to clutch his stomach:
-“Dad, what’s wrong?”
-“…It’s the milk. I can’t take it.”
Jesus Christ. Difficulty accepting reality is a family trait apparently.
The girl who just can't play it cool 