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So, so, so true.

That would apply to my brother, my late father, and in particular, my ex-husband, just to start.

I can’t tell you how many times I gave my input to him about something (ANYTHING), only to be either ignored or belittled. Later--a day, or a week, or a year later he would come home from work all excited and regurgitate the exact same information I’d offered before that he had dismissed.

See, some penis-owning human had been the messenger TODAY, so he could hear the words coming out of their mouth.

I know.

Funny, not funny.

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