My mom was a master of the guilt trip.
She could make you feel it just by walking through the room.
Even worse, she would walk through the room and disappear into the (deathly quiet) kitchen.
Guilt would then radiate from the kitchen like heat from an open furnace.
Brutal.
February 26, 2016
My mom was a master of the guilt trip.
She could make you feel it just by walking through the room.
Even worse, she would walk through the room and disappear into the (deathly quiet) kitchen.
Guilt would then radiate from the kitchen like heat from an open furnace.
Brutal.