after my ex fucked up my life and i moved back with my parents at 32, doomed to never have a family of my own, i made a point of expressing lots of love to my family, especially my parents. this became even more important after my brother od'd on fentanyl. i moved out again but i still call my mom once a week. i'd call my dad too but the last time we spoke he called me in the middle of the week just to ask > are you getting any i hung up. i'll see him next week, hope he doesn't die first.
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