According to my mother, I “ruin everything” and I knit pick, which must be why my boyfriend left me.
The first comment, she made yesterday when I didn’t want to wrap my grandma’s birthday presents. I didn’t see the point in wrapping them since my grandma was sitting 2 feet from me at the time and she’d already briefly looked at them. Not to mention, I felt like shit, which is a given because i always feel like shit. So that made me “a ruiner”.
Then today, me and my mom were walking down the street and I told her that we had to cross to […]