“It wasn’t your fault.” Clint gave the same nod I offered when he’d tell me my mother’s addiction wasn’t about her not loving me. The thank-you-for-trying-but-you’ll-never-convince-me-otherwise nod.
“If I was content to continue fucking my fuckbuddy behind dumpsters specifically, my younger brother would still be alive”
I can’t with how specific that is. How is this part of your tragic backstory to specify you fuck behind dumpsters 😂😂😂 It’s not like the dumpster killed him
