Herr honk and I are away on our band tour/holiday way up north and Uncle Creepy Asscrack (who chucked his toys out the pram in my most recent post) now has sicced his very sweet, developmentally disabled, barely verbal 25 year old daughter on us. Example texts: “why you is bad to my dad” and “(name) want you say sorry dad now.”

Hh thinks daughter just asked and badgered him about coming to our party and he had to say SOMETHING, and it had to be simplified for her. I think that if I have been able to gracefully deflect via text for three days, he should fucking well be able to like a goddamn grownup too.

Aaaaaaand this is why it’s not worth confronting. Fuck.