“You better hope the cancer doesn’t kill Mam, because if it does, you’ll be out of this house before she’s cold in the ground, and good fucking riddance.” “Jesus Christ, Caoimhe!” “I don’t care, Darren,” she screamed. “She’s a fucking lunatic!” “Caoimhe, I’m sorry—” “Get her out of here, Darren,” she screamed. “Please get her the fuck away from me before I kill her myself!”
Oh helllllllllll to the no
