Robert heard our Loud Neighbors shouting this morning. I can hear them now, but it’s not nearly as anecdotal. I know you thought your family was dysfunctional (as was mine) but get a load of this:
Mom, screaming at Eldest Son, “You’ll be glad when I’m dead! You won’t miss me at all! You probably want me dead right now!” And lots of so on with some pretty shrill so forth.
The Eldest Son is in his mid-teens and not the sweetest child I’ve ever met. Of course I wanted to know to what depths he had plunged. That’s where the story is. It turns out he had left the toilet seat up.
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