Dear Lover
I hate that you dislike spending time with my family when every weekend we sit/talk/dine/garden/walk/shop with yours for hours. Admittedly your whole family are amazing and no one will bitch, steal or stab you in the back - but they are my family and I don’t have another one.
They might be scum of the earth sometimes, but they are my scum of the earth. (Except for Gerry who won’t talk to anyone. No one likes him, not even us.)
Love,
me.
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