I have a morbid fascination with the conversations that you have on your 'secret' phone with some man I just want to throttle.
Stop giggling, stop calling him polite names that you don't even call my dad, stop making my cousin hide the phone whenever my dad comes home.
Stop doing it in front of me and my siblings. Stop doing it at church, for fuck's sake.
It's disgusting. I hate it when you talk about me to him like he needs to know my personal business.
I know you deserve some happiness, but, fuck, I well and truly hate you when you're on that phone.
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