Hey, Mom
It’s immature to play one of your children against the other. Your son said some nasty, shitty things he could only have heard through you. Until you’ve given my boyfriend a fair chance by actually meeting him, I’m done. Until you’ve seen how we interact, I’m done. Until you realize that you’re pushing for some really unreasonable things and have made me cry and have nervous breakdowns over academics every couple of weeks, we’re done.
This is why we don’t talk anymore.
Meg said,
March 30, 2010 at 1:03 am
Awww, Dani. (((HUGS)))
I’m glad you have your BF. He sounds like an awesome guy to me.