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Grant
I knew I was being a total d**k, but I couldn’t seem to control it. My charmed life had turned to s**t, and I wanted everyone around to suffer with me. Since Molly, for some strange reason, opted to spend most of her time with me, she was the recipient of the brunt of it.
It was obvious that my barbs and insults were starting to get to her, but she kept on coming back to hang out in my gloomy, depressing hospital room. Even though I was aware that I should be grateful that she was taking such great care of my son and making sure that I got to see him regularly, I remained pissed that I wasn’t able to watch him myself or do any of the things I normally enjoyed.
“Why do you keep coming here all the time? Don’t you have a job?” I asked her as I gave her the glare I normally reser
