My last thought before turning in for the night could have been about my child. But you had to make it about you, make me refuse of an offer you should know better than to make.
Take a hint. She doesn't answer you for a reason. You have no concept of boundaries or space.
I had a rant brewing on the drive home, something about a balance between upholding one's convictions and practicing empathy, but all the fire has been pressed out of me
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