There is something so frustrating about people so stubborn they would rather lose their children, and by proxy their grandchildren, than admit fault for a thing.
I feel sad for your dad, just like I feel sad for mine.
Alexainie
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I know, right?

Don’t cry for me, Argentina…

I just wrote this to get it out, to remember, for posterity, how fucked up it was. I was sad. I’ve moved past that now.

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