Awww, but who will she have to feel superior to during that week? Think of the poor crazy host mothers from hell and their delicate feelings, jeez.
(This is what the logical, sarcastic part of my brain says. The illogical depressive probably-emotionally-manipulated part is trying to think what the fuck I'm going to say when the phone call comes in and she breaks out "But you should have said something/What have I ever doooone to make you hate me so much you want to leave?")
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(This is what the logical, sarcastic part of my brain says. The illogical depressive probably-emotionally-manipulated part is trying to think what the fuck I'm going to say when the phone call comes in and she breaks out "But you should have said something/What have I ever doooone to make you hate me so much you want to leave?")