Respect Matters More than Blood
Let's get one thing anal-straight. I don't talk to my father. Not a call, not a text, not a fucking forced holiday card that tastes like guilt and cheap paper.
Let's get one thing anal-straight. I don't talk to my father. Not a call, not a text, not a fucking forced holiday card that tastes like guilt and cheap paper.
You know what's worse than getting stabbed in the back? Getting crucifucked by someone you actually let past your defenses. Someone you trained, protected, covered for, or believed in when