When you leave the comment that I am "such a good mom"
under a picture I have posted of my child online,
it freaks me out.
You haven't seen me in over twenty years,
and have never met my son.
You could only be basing your opinion on the fact that we both liked Guns N' Roses in the 7th grade,
and that I held your hair for you,
out of your face,
the first time you ever got drunk,
and vomited everywhere.