Not Even Serious : A Freewrite

He goes, she's nothing to me. She then said that he's not gonna get any of the inheritance, and she left him a dollar, and then he sued her estate after she died, even though he didn't go to the funeral or bury her, or do anything like that.

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And I think she was in France or Delhi, where she died 'cause she had left the country or something. I don't know if she came back into the US or not before she died, and didn't want to show up for the funeral, didn't care 'cause I don't know who she is. She's not my mother. She's a stranger to me.

Even though she, you know, went back to see him before he died, before she died. And now you can't fix that. You can't go back. You know, you can't go back to things like going to people's funerals, who is your biological mother? She abandoned you. You can't go back and fix that. If you're not there, you can't have that last conversation.

Sometimes, maybe you don't believe you owe them because they're such amazing father and stepmother, and I get it. But you can't have to heal the narcissistic injury 'cause if you don't, you're gonna terrorise all of America in the world with your 20 million people podcast daily.

And some random girl on the Internet needs to keep telling you that. And maybe you think you're so smart and you're smarter than God and you're smarter than everybody, right? It's ego, ego, ego and the pain and the anger and the rage, and maybe he's gonna go. It's not even serious.