I followed Zayn across the hall, with caution of course. I Thought back to the day I moved in and the man in the morph suit that disappeared through this very door. “Zayn” I whispered, “Zayn, uh, this is going to sound crazy but does the crazy guy in the morph suit live here?” Zayn broke out in a fit of giggles as he pushed the door open. I looked over his shoulder and...
I am sick of my moms bullshit. She blames my brother and I for our money problems. It’s not our fault you’re a raging alcoholic that can’t keep a job. I will never make my kids or husband feel bad about money problems. Stop being such a horrid cunt.