I mean, let’s be honest. Why the speculation as to why Jade is leaving? We should instead be giving her an award for staying as long as she did. Could any of us have been cooped up with a ranting, semi-conscious babbling obese toddler for any length of time? The constant yattering, the whining, the deliveries, the “Babes.” Lifting her into bed by the ass then having to get down to hickeytown (so 70’s, ladies), the wiping, the huffing & puffing, the filming, the therapy and wailing, the Lego. The Wal-Mart Christmas Craft Trinket Extravaganza was probably the start of the end for Faline. Even the dementia patients at my mom’s care home shun that shit. Remember when the poor girl had to pretend to love every single gift that ol' nail biting AL with the eager anticipation of a North Pole elf smothered her with? “Do you like it? Remember you said? We can take it back if…” And the stench. All the stench. There‘s no relief for that kind of smell.