I am mid 40's and unfortunately work for my parents. My mother is the damn travel agent of guilt trips. To this day I don't know why I let her get to me the way she does. In her eyes I'm lucky to know how to tie my own damn shoes. Holy shit how did I get to be this age and raise 3 kids on my own. God forbid I don't do something the way she thinks or demands it be done. For fucks sake. Take a damn chill pill!!
I wonder if she can book me a one way out west??
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