P-fucking-S
And now my mom's mad at me cuz I have a fucking hickey. Whatfuckingever..
I'm eighteen, I have a boyfriend, we've been together for over two years
I don't leave condoms all over the house, or come home drunk or stoned, or mess around in front of her.
And she couldn't even be straightforward about it. She could have just said "Olivia, I think there's a hickey on your neck. I don't like it." Instead of the whole singsong possibly drunk 'Whaaat's that on your neck?' followed by the 'probably nothing - i think its something - no - yes - if its anything its nothing that matters, i'm not bleeding so whatever - its a hickey. you shouldnt blah blah blah' conversation followed by her repeating how she's disappointed and its bad a few times as she walks around the house.
Seriously... get the fuck over it.
I'm eighteen, I have a boyfriend, we've been together for over two years
I don't leave condoms all over the house, or come home drunk or stoned, or mess around in front of her.
And she couldn't even be straightforward about it. She could have just said "Olivia, I think there's a hickey on your neck. I don't like it." Instead of the whole singsong possibly drunk 'Whaaat's that on your neck?' followed by the 'probably nothing - i think its something - no - yes - if its anything its nothing that matters, i'm not bleeding so whatever - its a hickey. you shouldnt blah blah blah' conversation followed by her repeating how she's disappointed and its bad a few times as she walks around the house.
Seriously... get the fuck over it.