My father: the utility company says the autopay vanished, they’re threatening to shut off the power. My mother: How could you do this to us?

Over a stupid wedding? Tate: You are literally endangering my unborn children.

Sela is stressed, the landlord just called saying our lease guarantee was revoked.

You’re punishing innocent babies because you’re throwing a tantrum. Not one apology.

Not a shred of remorse.

Only demands, and entitlement, and the old assumption that my job was to absorb whatever they spent.