Mother fucking fickle world. Everything seems hunky dory, life is coming up roses, plans are being made, and BAM. Freight truck coming through!
The phrase I never want to hear again, “I just want to be sure I can hold onto my life insurance policy for your mother.” Oh. My. God. That is the worst statement I have ever heard.
Hating the world right now, and carrying the 300 lbs of my parents on my shoulders.