I just woke up and my mom decided to again tell me what went wrong at home between her and my brother. Now I’m fucking pissed.
If therapy were covered by health insurance this wouldn’t be a problem. Instead of coming to me to rant they can go to a fucking therapist and get proper help. Instead, they tell me—a member of the family living in a different country entirely—and for what?
What the fuck can I do?
You’re only venting? Did you even consider that it’s fucking nine in the morning and I’ve only woken up?