Damaged Goods

Damaged Goods

Most of you are already familiar with the story about my father warning John (back when we were dating) that I was a bossy woman: “I dunno if you know, but Vicky is very bossy…” In other words, “You’d better watch what you’re getting into: my daughter’s a real bitch.” Nice, dad. Thanks for the sales pitch.

So fast forward eight years, and this time, it’s my mom giving the glowing review. Of course, after about six days, she and I got into a tiff, so what does she do? She tells John I’m super stubborn, and then has the nerve to THANK him for being with me. What the fuck? Who’s side are they on anyway? Chinese thing, gender thing, what the hell ever. Pissed me off, man. Of course, John just laughs it off. Frickin’ goody two-shoes!

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