Whiskey Tango Foxtrot
Picture this situation:
You are having a wonderful day, with the exception of being slightly tired, you are in a wonderful mood. Until your mother picks a fight with you, blaming you for losing her wedding photos some 8 or 9 years ago. Only to scream at you and tell you that she remembers it clearly and you must go through your boxes in the basement to find them (even though you have never had them or even slightly recollect ever having seen the things) You get emotional and yell back, sans voice, due to your tiring weekend. Fighting ensues and your mother tells you she will take this resentment of you to her grave, because you must be to blame for the lost photos...
Only to have your dad come upstairs and tell your mother that the photos were lost 12 years ago, during a move from NY to CT, and still have your mother blame you for it...
I fucking hate my life sometimes, and now I just want to see David again...
And to be honest and fair, I really didn't do ANYTHING with those photos.
And I seriously hate crying over something I didn't do in the first place...
You are having a wonderful day, with the exception of being slightly tired, you are in a wonderful mood. Until your mother picks a fight with you, blaming you for losing her wedding photos some 8 or 9 years ago. Only to scream at you and tell you that she remembers it clearly and you must go through your boxes in the basement to find them (even though you have never had them or even slightly recollect ever having seen the things) You get emotional and yell back, sans voice, due to your tiring weekend. Fighting ensues and your mother tells you she will take this resentment of you to her grave, because you must be to blame for the lost photos...
Only to have your dad come upstairs and tell your mother that the photos were lost 12 years ago, during a move from NY to CT, and still have your mother blame you for it...
I fucking hate my life sometimes, and now I just want to see David again...
And to be honest and fair, I really didn't do ANYTHING with those photos.
And I seriously hate crying over something I didn't do in the first place...