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Wednesday, Oct. 04, 2017 - 6:39 p.m.
I don't know whether I am diagnosably demand avoidant, but I have moments like these (especially after a week spent masking).
MIL (as we are packing up vacation house): Here is some leftover birthday wrapping paper. Just put that in the casita.
Me (in my head, don't worry): FUCK YOU! That is MY casita and I say what goes there! Fuck your putting shit in my casita! I will put it in my bin of Xmas wrapping paper upstairs! And you will like it!!
And I did. And it felt good.
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