WOW, this hits home for me. When I was a kid, my dad had us pull weeds from the backyard. We had to do it with our bare hands, and the sap was sticky and got itchy after a while. But we did it anyways, because...



...I honestly don't remember why we did it. It's not like our yard was getting any better, and it's certainly not because we got anything out of it. I guess we just did it because Dad said to, and Dad's word was law. There wasn't any loving tone, any inspiration, any reward, or even any feelings. It was mundane, kind of like Pinkie Pie before she got her cutie mark. We just did it, because we knew we were supposed to, and asking questions was (no pun intended) out of the question.



I guess I'm just getting "the feels" because this paints a picture of a relationship I don't think I've ever had.