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WHAT THE?

I just cannot stand it when someone feels they have a right to something just because the other person has more. I cannot understand the mentality of just because I have 2 apple and you have none, I owe you an apple just because I possess more that you. What the?

L is still expecting Harry’s father to pay for half of a wedding that she just cannot afford. She actually had to nerve to tell Harry that he’s father love was conditional and that he was loved less because he did not meet all the conditions to be worth his father’s total love but he did give that love to his brother. How dare you! She had the nerve to not understand why he got mad at her! What the?

Harry’s father money is his to spend as he wants to spend and no one has the right to dictate how it should be spent! Harry and Sherry are adults and if they cannot afford to pay for the dream wedding she wants then she will either wait until they can or they will make due with what they have.

The problem is she heard what Harry’s father did for the other son and she immediately thought of how she could spend 50,000 on a wedding.

I finally told her I am aggravated to no end that she feels the right to say something like that to Harry. How could she questions someone’s love for their child because one gets more than the other. Does she even know what the relationship with the other son and the father. And most importantly what does it matter, it has nothing to do with you!

She sent Harry an email of apology and cannot understand why he has not responded to it! What the? How dare you question my father love for me in my face and send a faceless email to apologize Are you and idiot?

I told L I do not want to hear about it anymore. OMG!! I have a headache if I luck it will be a tumor!

Comments

Familyof2 said…
Man, why does all the good stuff happen while I am out of the office? Good for you for finally telling the Bigon off :)

See you on Monday!
Anonymous said…
We have got to do something about all these typos...

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