more bs
The other day my mother finally realized that I have the kids calling me 'Mr. Mom' and using male pronouns. I haven't made an effort to hide it up until this point, but I haven't been flaunting it either. Of course she has to respond by sending me another obnoxious letter. I don't care about that. What pisses me off is that she sat my kids down and tried to tell them what I was and what to call me. They came to me today and told me that they didn't like it and didn't want to call me those things.
If she's looking to burn bridges then she's doing some damn fine work. I regret ever telling her anything. You know, it's one thing when she talks down to me and makes me feel like shit. It's another thing entirely when she does it to my kids. I don't know why I even bother.
I think it's beer o'clock tonight.
If she's looking to burn bridges then she's doing some damn fine work. I regret ever telling her anything. You know, it's one thing when she talks down to me and makes me feel like shit. It's another thing entirely when she does it to my kids. I don't know why I even bother.
I think it's beer o'clock tonight.