i only know you’re a mother because you’ve shown me indirectly. you dropped the check early and didn't rush me to finish eating. and you said you just need to pick them up from school and for me to just pay early and enjoy my meal. this was all before 3 o’clock. it appears that 5 o’clock is not everyone’s happy hour…
either way, im sorry that you’re hurting… this sucks, and if my opinion is worth anything, i don’t like seeing you hurt, internally for that matter. and it gives me great comfort knowing that through whatever you’re going through… you still show up to work, as i still show up to have a shot or two… the best part about this relationship, is that you’re practicing much healthier coping skills than i am; so allow me to reassure you, if nobody has told you today… you’re doing a great job. sincerely with love and 30%, the drunk young lady in booth 10