Have you ever texted that person who sends so many texts you can't respond to even one of them? This was that.
'Can't we just come over to see the remodel instead? Connor is asking about Grandma.'
'No. Come over Saturday.'
Bitch, I do not need you in my life.
Ugh. She hadn't supported me in any way as soon as I got to college, hadn't approved of Jeffrey, and was maybe a little cold to Connor. But she was a steamroller. I found myself mentally picking out my outfit for Friday. Ewww a sales guy.
"Hey Rich," I said as my shirtless little brother wandered out of the play room, yawning and groggy. "How's the lil guy?"
"Sleeping on the rug."
"Wasn't he sleeping on your back while you were laying on the rug?" He nodded. "How the f**k did you transfer him without waking him up?"
He wiggled
