My dad went to help my mom move furniture. Well, I didn’t actually go because we don’t get along. 99% of the time when I visit her, I either cry, get a panic attack, or both. Because of this, I avoid it as much as possible.
Well apparently she was drunk out of her damn mind and she says “oh I don’t think my daughter likes me very much, let’s make a new one.” I don’t know how to feel, lol.
Well apparently she was drunk out of her damn mind and she says “oh I don’t think my daughter likes me very much, let’s make a new one.” I don’t know how to feel, lol.