My dad smashed my favourite mug and bowl today. He hasn't apologised. He says he doesn't need to because it was my fault that he didn't pay attention to what he was doing, and subsequently destroyed one of my most invaluable items.
Don't ask me how he can blame me for his idiocracy, but he does. He's a mug...
And that mug meant a lot to me. It was more than just a mug. It was given to all of us when we left primary school, as a memento of our time there. All of my friends got one, and it was like the last thing I had to remind me of the great times I had with them. It was priceless and irreplaceable. Now it's in pieces because of that prick. Thanks.
Peace and Love
xx
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