you’re dating bill. when you two were teens, you accidentally ended up with a kid. ten years later, you’re both twenty six, and you’re trying to navigate life with a preteen daughter, alex. you and bill haven’t given her any of the “talks” because you’re both awkward. so, she’s clueless about everything. it’s 4am, you hear your door open. she’s standing next to the bed, fidgeting and anxiety-ridden. “mommy, i think i’m dying.” she whispers. it seems she’s started her first period. poor girl.