It's in the Genes
Mother. Grrrr. I love you dearly, but seriously - do you think that harping on the fact that I've (only) visited you twice in five weeks makes me happy to be here? Makes me glad that I braved (brove?) rush hour traffic to get here? Paid a toll and sat in my crappy car for over an hour on the first nice day of the year?
I'm well aware that you had surgery 6 weeks ago. However. Since the surgery did not harm you or unnecessarily lay you up, the so-called lack of visits on my part is not a black mark against my stature of daughter.
If you want to talk to a shitty daughter, call my sister.
I'm well aware that you had surgery 6 weeks ago. However. Since the surgery did not harm you or unnecessarily lay you up, the so-called lack of visits on my part is not a black mark against my stature of daughter.
If you want to talk to a shitty daughter, call my sister.
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My mom called me tonight because "we never talk and you never call me."
I HATE that! I had that exact conversation with my mom just the other night. I had to ask if her fingers fell off and then explain that the phone in HER house calls OUT.
Don't we all just adore our moms?
Just be the bitch daughter and you don't have to worry about all this. Because I am the bitch daughter, I don't get that kind of guilt trip.
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