This quote has always been one of my favourites, and right now it reflects the last couple of days perfectly.
My mums "boyfriend" is now practically living with us after 2 days of being back, and I hate it. I've never really liked him and I think he's a wanker. He's all over my house and when he's in all I do is sit in my room because I hate being around him and my mum together.
But what I hate the most, is how my mum priortises him. And once again, it looks like i'm going to loose my mum to him.
I can't explain it, i'm not jealous, i just prefer my mum when she's single so I can sit in my front room and watch TV, walk around in my underwear, and actually be able to hold a conversation with my mother.
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