Guilt Trips

I like to think I’m immune to Guilt Trips. My Italian mother — God Rest Her Soul — was a Seventh Level Sorceress when it came to making one appear. My father also was very gifted in this skill. You get to a point as a kid — at least I did — where one of The Voices has “That’s just fucked up” on constant replay.

Eventually, you become an adult and comparatively are the Master Of Your Own Universe. Except…for the Guilt Trips which still sneak…

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