My mom called me an ungrateful piece of shit, I was only giving my honest opinion about her churro cheesecake. Do you want me to straight up lie to your face? I only said that I didn’t really like the flavor and texture, do you want me to say “oh it tastes like pure garbage”? She kept talking shit about me to my dad IN MY FACE. I didn’t want to cry right there so I just walk over to my room and blasted music in my headphones so I couldn’t hear her insults. They hurt, I DO love her food. Why does she think I hate it and I’m being picky? I hope she changes her mind…
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