Meanwhile my parent was my soccer coach and my brother’s basketball coach & the players filled seats at her funeral. And when we’d go to the theater together, at intermission, we both did the same ridiculous run to the women’s room that all the women do bc we want to get back in time lol. In fact, she was always recognized as my mom bc of how alike we looked, or people would joke she had to be my sister. It’s disturbing that some of my happiest memories are twisted by you into something sick.