I guess I’m really mad at you. I’m sorry. I can’t help it. You leave me for so damn long to handle all of this by myself and I know you don’t want to, but you could’ve been home today if you just set a boundary. It’s the way it’s ALWAYS about them. Even doing something that was supposed to be special between my friend and I ended up being about THEM. What if I made EVERYTHING about other people? You’d be annoyed, too.