My in-laws didn't contact me when my book was published. Or when my mother died. Or when my dog died. The last time I saw my mother-in-law, Adam had to ask her to say something. And what did she say? "Was it weird being in San Diego without your mom?" Why, no, Anita. It felt great.
If you knew I was going through shit and you just sat by and did nothing, then you're an asshole too and I have nothing to say to you either.
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