Pretty Like Drugs

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Money Honey

Well, my dad is taking the starter out of the Mercedes he bought me (hah.) to put in his car. He wants to make sure I’m not mad, but part of me is. I told him, “I don’t care what you do with those mercedes. They’re both a wash to me.” because the fact of the matter is he bought them both “for me” and never invested enough time to actually fix them. I told him I would buy the parts for it.

He spent $5000 on my sisters car.

But no, it’s fine. I’m upset, but the way I’m upset is something I’m used to. I’m the middle child. I’ve lived a long life of being the runner up. I could be pissed, but what would that gain me? He’s still taking the starter out. He’s still not fixing my cars.

Thanks Dad. You’re the best.

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