My Dad is a Passive Aggressive Asshole

No story.

Just a title,

or rather a statement.

About my loving father

Who has to always leave these bread crumbs

instead of being honest.

It drives me fucking crazy.

 

So, I’ll walk to the coffee shop to get my mind off it.

“What are you having?”

“Iced Coffee”

“In a light roast or dark roast?”

“I don’t really care either way”

I lied, I hate dark roast.

I drank two sips and threw it away.

God I love my parents.

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