From Dylan:
had a bad day
To Dylan:
are you taking one down? singing a sad song just to turn it around?
Read 4:18 pm
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4:19 pm
To Dylan:
okay sorry. what’s wrong?
From Dylan:
it was my turn to wash the dishes today apparently
From Dylan:
however my dad did not take it well when i told him that i couldn’t wash the dishes
To Dylan:
well why couldn’t you wash the dishes??
From Dylan:
you know we hand wash our dishes right
To Dylan:
which i still believe is a waste of time considering that you have a functioning dishwasher right there
From Dylan:
mom says she trusts our hands more than the washer
From Dylan:
i think she just likes seeing us suffer
From Dylan:
anyway that’s why i couldn’t do it
To Dylan:
?????
To Dylan:
OH, broken-hand-plaster-cast-not-very-efficient-with-two-layers-of-plastic-around-it right?
From Dylan:
yes.
From Dylan:
but my dad didn’t see that as an acceptable excuse. mom told him off for it. they started fighting and dad got mad because he said that she always takes my side.
To Dylan:
your dad is acting like a child
From Dylan:
that’s what mom said. and then he called her a bitch and she started crying and she packed a bag and i think she’s staying in a hotel tonight. idk i went to my room halfway through and my dad just left the house so now it’s just me and daisy
From Dylan:
if i knew that mom was going to end up crying i would’ve just sucked it up and put the dishes in the damn dishwasher.
To Dylan:
it’s not your fault though
From Dylan:
feels like it
To Dylan:
well it's not. and you should tell your dad to take himself out with the trash.