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Carissimi · F
A crazy cousin (of my late husband), and her son, turned up at 6:A.M. one morning, for a visit. They were just passing through and wanted to see us. As I was already sleep deprived from insomnia, and had only had about 2-hours sleep, I was livid – you don’t want to test me when I’m this tired. My husband had just made them coffee, and I stormed into the kitchen like a banshee, asking what the hell they thought they were doing paying a visit at this time of day? I told them to go, and they did, but not before hitting us up for gas money, which they’d done once before while they were passing through. I felt sorry for the teenage boy because he’d had a rough life with his crazy mother, but I was so angry with her that I couldn’t see straight.