Generational abuse.

It’s been a weird sort of day. I was talking to my mom, and she was depressed because apparently her dad died when she was seventeen on new year’s eve. Go figure. That was news! Both of my grandfathers died, and both of my grandmothers remarried, before I was born. I’d always been glad thatContinue reading “Generational abuse.”

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