After a minute or so of her scanning through the texts, she shook her head in disbelief.
“Wow. These are … God, I don’t even know what to say about them. So, the one where she throws a pity party about how she needs a little help to pay for her medication ...”
I knew exactly the text she was talking about and let out a laugh at the mere mention of it.
“Please. The only ‘medication’ Mom’s on is her weekly bottle of Tito’s.”
Laura laughed, turning her attention back to my phone. “She seems to get the hint that playing the victim card isn’t going to work that well. Damn, she really runs the gamut of emotions – there’s pity to guilt then anger then threatening to never speak to you again.”
“See what I mean? Totally shameless. Maybe if I were thirteen again that kind of crap would work. Bu
