It’s one thing if you talk shit about me, go ahead, call me whatever you want. But the minute you said something about my family, all respect for you as a human being was lost. If only all your “friends” and your “main squeeze” knew the shit you said. I pity you.
My family has been nothing but nice and welcoming to you; boughten you things, took you places, let you drink at their place, talked with you, supported you. And your repay those people by calling them crazy, saying they raised me wrong, and I am fucked up in the head and I’m going to end up just like my mom. I don’t think so.
Your mom is dead. She died from drinking. You might as well end up just like her.
I have never said one thing about her or your dad, or any of your family, because they have been nothing but nice to ME.
I would think a little harder before you open your mouth next time, douchebag.
You live a life of lies.