Permission Slip

📍 Chapter 11 of Gina's story (Episode 17). New here? Start at Episode 1 → https://daddy-tissues.captivate.fm/episode/im-fcking-doing-this Somebody is saying something about you that is so wrong, so twisted, so completely fucked up that your brain disconnects — and what do you do? You smile. Head tilt. Little nod. "Mm-hmm." Meanwhile, inside your body is a Slipknot concert. Front row. Volume all the way up. This is Chapter 11. It starts with the Good Little Girl Expectation List — the one nobody hands you, but you know every line of by heart, numbers one through six — and the day I decided that me and my kids are done following it. You are the hostage and the hostage negotiator. Throw a chair, just don't hit anybody (and not the good chairs — the folding chair). The parents at the soccer game, and why a six-year-old is not a hostage negotiator. Anger is a second emotion; underneath it is sadness, always. Same feeling, two costumes. Why I'd rather be the wolf everybody's scared of than the donkey everybody rides on. Your permission slip to feel every single thing: signed, dated, no expiration date. Get out of the petting zoo. Then me and my picker break up. The new picker wants a man with a W-2. And we go back to a Wildwood summer at seventeen: a boy in a black hoodie and big headphones at a Philly house party, a shore house with a staircase that went straight into the ceiling, the best wall in Wildwood, and a photo of a man on a Superman towel. My sister's bikini (she never found out). Standing in the ocean, my happy place, doing the most good-little-girl thing I have ever done — asking God, nicely, for a man I had never said one word to: "God, I will do anything, and I mean anything. If I can marry this man, please God, I will do it." God's answer? I asked for a husband, and He took my top off. Fuck you, God. Seriously. That was fucked up. Grab your daddy tissues. Till next time, my queens. 🖤 ⚠️ Contains strong language and discussion of emotional abuse, anger, and dating after trauma. 📖 Daddy Tissues is a true story told in order. Start at the beginning. Links to episodes👇🏻 New episodes every Monday. Grab your daddy tissues. Till next time, my queens. 🖤 Connect with Daddy Tissues: Follow along for more brutally honest conversations about dating, divorce, motherhood, daddy issues, toxic relationships, healing, self-worth, and all the emotional junk we somehow inherited without asking for it. 🎧 FOLLOW THE SHOW If Daddy Tissues has ever made you laugh, cry, or think holy shit, me too, hit FOLLOW so you don’t miss the next chapter. Everywhere: https://daddy-tissues.captivate.fm/listen Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/033ygF97LFxvu3ZpHysLMb Apple Podcasts: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/daddy-tissues/id1896925409 ⭐ LEAVE A REVIEW That helps more than you know. It tells the algorithm that this white trash right here is worth listening to. Apple Podcasts: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/daddy-tissues/id1896925409 Podchaser: https://www.podchaser.com/podcasts/daddy-tissues-6514529 💸 THE SWEAR JAR Every “fuck” costs me a quarter. Bail me out here: https://daddy-tissues.captivate.fm/support 📱 SOCIALS Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/daddy.tissues.podcast TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTSHPhqwR/ YouTube: https://youtube.com/@daddy.tissues.podcast Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/share/1ECbqyrWpk/ Website: https://daddytissuespodcast.com Music: “Do It Anyway” by Scarlett Solo, used under license. Disclaimer: Daddy Tissues is a personal storytelling podcast for entertainment, reflection, and connection. It is not therapy, legal advice, medical advice, financial advice, or a replacement for professional support. Names and identifying details may be changed or omitted to protect privacy. 📚 THE WHOLE STORY, IN ORDER: every episode, start to finish