YOU AND YOUR PARANOID MOTHER ARE GOING TO DRIVE ME CRAZY.
We find ONE HOUSE. Just ONE that we all fall in love with. You show it to your judgmental mother via photos, and she says NO, because we’ll be living close to a meeting location for AA? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?
Oh. I’m sorry I want to live in a cheap house with adequate parking space and completely restored hardwood floors. I’m sorry I want to have a nice backyard and a pet friendly house with a working kitchen and two whole bathrooms. I’m sorry we have room to store all our shit and furniture and a good, friendly bond with each other.
I’M SORRY YOU CAN’T ACCEPT THAT SOMETIMES PEOPLE BECOME ADDICTED TO THINGS. AND SOMETIMES THEY NEED HELP. AND SOMETIMES THEY NEED MEETING PLACES TO GET SAID HELP. I’M SORRY YOU CAN’T RESPECT THAT “THOSE TYPES OF PEOPLE” WILL BE NEXT DOOR TO US, ONCE OR TWICE A WEEK FOR TWO HOURS AT MOST.
I’m sorry you’re an ignorant, prejudiced bigot! I hate you, and your plans to foil every “plot” we have to get a decent, functioning, good-neighborhood, house.
I HATE YOU.
That is all.