Life's confusing. You've been through a lot of shit...
There's not a whole lot of things you understand,
but you're fairly sure you understand Milk.
As far as you're concerned, Milk is definitely a good thing. You resolve that, next opportunity, you are going to bring Milk home.
Next thing you know, Milk is at your place. Things are great. High five.
Before you know it, though, the relationship between you and Milk begins to, shall we say, sour.
Milk seems different now.
Try as you might, you can't seem to make you and Milk return to the state that existed when you first brought Milk home. Things have gone beyond sour, they're downright bitter. It's like Milk has dissolved into separate distinct aspects, very different than the Milk you brought home.
You tell yourself that Milk has gone bad, but you know in your heart it isn't true (Milk was Pasteurized!)... Eventually, however, you give up and discard Milk.
What keeps you up late at night is that you know that Milk had not really gone bad; you discarded Milk because it displayed traits outside of your expectations and comfort level...
And you have to humble yourself and admit that you don't even understand Milk.
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