Dad strikes again. Fuck.

We were at the Zoo all day. Dad had done pretty good of being nice. Not fussing. Being good. But as soon as we get in the car (this is not the first time this has happened–) He starts with some financial talk about starting my own business and being able to support myself And I swear to God if he guilts me about buying anything else- I’m gonna lose it. Every single time I go to purchase anything with my own money, the first thing out of his mouth is “You need to be saving your money. We need to have a financial talk.” and I’m like, Fuck. I’m a very frugal person. It’s not like I just spend a lot of money. But I’M the one that worked my ass off to make that money and hell, I’m gonna be the one to spend it how I please. 

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