Faye tried to cheer me up by sending me vegan leather 1930s oxfords and I have no idea why but I took it really badly? Like I was being lectured over that I eat meat and wear leather because she’s vegan. That wasn’t the case but I screamed at her on the phone. I absolutely lost it. I told her I am dealing with my oldest daughter moving out, my ex-husband/maybe-boyfriend having an existential crisis, and a 9-year-old who is practically feral, so she can take her purity tests and shove them. She sounded like she might cry and now I feel terrible, but I just have zero patience right now. I am empty. I ordered a massive pizza with extra cheese for the boys and I am hiding in my bedroom watching The Vampire Diaries like a depressed teenager.

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