To Dylan

seventy-five

From Dylan:

literally the first thing my mom asked when i got in the car was “so what was he like?”

From Dylan:

not “are you okay” “did you enjoy yourself” “how was dad’s”

From Dylan:

just “what was he like?”

From Dylan:

like i feel like she only encouraged me to go over there just because she wanted me to be her little spy

From Dylan:

you know how in movies the high school girls always gossip

From Dylan:

i feel like that’s how she wanted me to be.

From Dylan:

like i don’t really know how to explain it but for the first time i really didn’t think my mom cared about how i felt?

To Dylan:

so you felt like she was using you?

From Dylan:

yeah, i guess. like she asked me what he was like and when i told her that he went out (i hadn’t even TOLD her about the mysterious girl’friend’ yet) and it’s like that she seemed disappointed that my dad wasn’t completely miserable without her and that’s all she would ask about

From Dylan:

and i shouldn’t have even mentioned the girl but i did and it’s like my mom went crazy with questions and stuff and even when i told her that I DON’T KNOW she kept asking and i told her that i didn’t want to talk about it anymore and she was just like “okay, but can you tell me what she looked like?” or something

From Dylan:

it was making me sick.

To Dylan:

i’m sorry dyl

From Dylan:

i know

From Dylan:

sorry for unloading all of my crap on you, i just need somebody to rant to

To Dylan:

that’s what i’m here for

From Dylan:

thanks for that

To Dylan:

no need to thank me, it’s my job dyl, i WANT to

From Dylan:

well thank you for applying

From Dylan:

that was really corny wasn’t it