GET OFF MY DICK.
Hey mom, I’m sorry your vagina dried out, but I’m a good kid. I make good grades. I come home on time. I’m not on drugs. I don’t have crazy tattoos or other various body adornments that are tagged with troubled youth. Don’t fucking try and make me out to sound irresponsible. I am juggling a boyfriend, a full course load, a job, several school activities, and four families. Back off. Do not insult me. I have done nothing wrong. All those self-help books stacked up next to your bed may be helping you convince yourself that this divorce isn’t your fault, but it sure as hell isn’t helping you cope with it. You are not a victim, stop acting like it. No one here feels bad for you.