Mom wants my opinion
When I came home one night after being out with the guys, Mom and Dad were yelling at each other. Dad slammed the front door on his way out. Mom was crying and I could smell the booze. I was hoping Dad would come back home after he sobered up. I asked, “What’s the problem, Mom?”“It’s none of your dammed business.”I sternly responded, “Mom, it is my business. I love both you and dad.”“I don’t think your dad loves me any more.”“Mom, sit down and let’s talk.”“Alright, fix me another drink and fix...