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And your pleas to ‘just try a little bit’ like I’m some stroppy toddler really gets on my wick.
When my friends laugh at your jokes most of the time they’re just humouring you.
Inside that stroppy little madam is a considerate woman, just waiting to be unleashed.
If you are a mother and you are collecting child support, you are not a single mother. The rest of us who have to LIVE with your fucked up, emotionally scarred children will PAY you to have a fucking abortion. Second, single mothers are clearly really, really shitty at making life decisions. You both put each other’s happiness above your own. Now divorced mothers, who are a breed of single mothers, MIGHT be a little different, but whenever you approach one, sing this little song in your head: it takes two to tango. Even if it’s TRUE that the husband was a colossal fuck-up, you need to ask yourself what kind of imperceptive moron couldn’t spot that?
Your homemade fish pie and liver and bacon casserole are revolting.
I’m not saying it to be annoying, I really don’t like them.
You’re convinced you have to shout because you’re further away from the handset. No matter how often we explain it to you, you just can’t figure it out for yourself. I know you’re proud of me, but you have this horrible habit of boasting about me to my friends’ mothers, then they give me stick about what you’ve said. I really don’t mind trying out your new treatments at your aesthetics clinic.
How many times am I to be found in the foyer of a pub, shouting: ‘Press the red button. What I do mind, however, is you posting pictures of me wearing face masks on your Facebook page, which is plain humiliating. What I do mind is Seth inviting a friend to stay for dinner, then announcing, just as I am serving up, that our guest has Halal or vegetarian diet requirements, and being expected to deal with it.