Milk Gone Bad

I suppose I should've known better, but last week was just one of those weeks where every little decision seemed like a big deal. My friend and mentor, who I call my Daddy for our DDLG dynamic, had warned me not to drink the milk until he checked it because it had been sitting in the fridge longer than usual. But here's the thing, when you're feeling down, sometimes even the simplest rules can feel like an unnecessary hassle. So, there I was, cracking open that carton and gulping it down without a second thought. He found out, of course, he always does. And let me tell you, milk poisoning has nothing on the lecture I received about responsibility and following orders. It's just one more reminder that sometimes, being an adult means not making decisions based solely on your current mood. Now, I've learned my lesson... or at least, I'm still trying to.