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My Daughter Broke My Heart At The Dinner Table Last Night

Even worse, she was exactly right.

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I’ve never felt okay about sitting with my family at the table for dinner. It’s just the way I grew up. My mom and dad believed people should eat whatever and wherever they wanted. I don’t think we even had a dinner table.




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