How about Little Sally was adopted or from a broken home or her daddy was just sperm donor........and that Little Sally's two mommies have "issues" that aren't normal.
Because little sally certainly only had one female EGG mommy donor and one male Sperm daddy donor
What issues? What issues do the two mommies have? They are both females. They are women. Women are mommies. So what issues are there?
I don’t care how Sally came to be. I don’t care if it was a sperm donation, or a night with a picked guy. I don’t care. It’s none of my business. And so long as Sally is cared for and loved, it’s nobody’s business.
There probably has never been a family like the Cleavers. Ward and June never really existed. Oh people might pretend they existed, but nobody really believes that.
Reality is a lot different, and usually darker. Both my parents worked. I can say they had arguments, and even loud arguments. I don’t think either ever struck the other, so I can’t say they fought. But sometimes the arguments got loud, and very heated.
We didn’t have everything that our friends had. We didn’t have air conditioning, and in summer Southern California gets hot. We didn’t have cable TV, and we didn’t have a lot of things that others had. But one thing we did have, was honor, and love.
My parents loved me. They cared for me. And they tried to provide the best they could. They weren’t Father knows Best, or any of the other TV shows. IT wasn’t even Archie Bunker.
We were. And today I honor them by remembering the lessons we were taught. The truths that have guided me in this life.
I had friends with one parent. I had friends with divorced parents, or dead parents. I had friends who had parents serving time, or the military. I had friends who lived with grandparents because their parents were drug addicts.
Nobody had a perfect family. Nobody had the average family. Everyone had issues.
One of my really good friends lived with his Cousin. No grandparents, no parents. Grandparents were dead, and parents just weren’t there. He never wanted to talk about it, and I respected it.
I joined the Army, and he went to college. He is a teacher today, and I operate heavy equipment.
Another friend, his Mom was divorced. His Father lived in another state, and he never saw his dad. He lived at home with his brother, and his mom. And they were sweet people, and good friends. I felt sincere sorrow when his Mother died about ten years ago.
My friend now works for an oil company as a truck driver. Hauling supplies to the various rigs. Hauling things out when they are done with them, or that need to be repaired.
There is no perfect family. And everyone has issues. Especially you.