Was I Wrong to Keep the Refund?
I paid for the family trip. The refund came to me. Now everybody has opinions.
I paid for the family trip. The refund came to me. Now everybody has opinions.
The recliner smells like old fries and male denial, but apparently it has sentimental value.
Nobody likes dinner, but everybody gets real interested once I stop making it.
I love some of these people. I also do not want to spend eight hours pretending.
My mother in law brought a second cake to my kid’s party because mine was not traditional enough.
My nine year old cried in the car because a volunteer coach thinks rec league is the Olympics.
I care for him, pay for him, clean up after him, and still do not like him very much.
The fee is paid, the uniform is dirty, and now they hate soccer.
He gets a walk, a snack, fresh bedding, and emotional closure. I get dishes.
No hello. Just a list involving our porch light, wind chimes, and apparently loud laughing.
Mom rants, petty arguments, family bullshit, polls and the stories worth sending to the group chat.
MOM.WTF