Yeah. I’m going to say fuck you. Acting all butthurt because your daughter has your last name and then having the balls to start going off about how she should have my last name because of all the guys I’m “going to fuck” if we split up.
How dare you scream at me in front of Lyra. And slamming doors? Really? You’re lucky I didn’t punch you.


my friend did a psychology class in high school and came to my house and diagnosed my cat with depression 

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