subsidised foreign fucking vowels

“Oh, you want me to continue then? Okay - how about how for the last year you’ve missed every important event in Lizzie and Dougie’s lives? Birthdays, Holidays, Dougie’s broken arm, Lizzie’s first lost tooth, junior football club games, ballet recitals, having to listen to ‘Let It Go’ preformed poorly on the recorder for hours on end because Dougie wanted it to be absolutely perfect for school pageant that-” He was trying to restrain anger, he took a couple deep breaths, his voice cracking with emotion. “-that you didn’t even make it to, despite saying you would. That’s why you’re a piece of shit, darling.”

"I want you in their life, Lu. You're their mother, they need you. And I want us to be whatever form of a dysfunctional family we can slap together. I'm just frustrated." He sighed deeply. "And I think, given the current situation with you working in the states, that maybe you should give up your parental rights to Malcolm. He's here and he's been helping but he can't sign official documents or take them to the doctor or out of school. It'd make things easier."

"Oh, you want me to continue then? Okay - how about how for the last year you've missed every important event in Lizzie and Dougie's lives? Birthdays, Holidays, Dougie's broken arm, Lizzie's first lost tooth, junior football club games, ballet recitals, having to listen to 'Let It Go' preformed poorly on the recorder for hours on end because Dougie wanted it to be absolutely perfect for school pageant that-" He was trying to restrain anger, he took a couple deep breaths, his voice cracking with emotion. "-that you didn't even make it to, despite saying you would. That's why you're a piece of shit, darling."

Give my muse a “Reason You Suck” speech.

“Nah, he’s taken to the parenting thing like a fish to water. Finally got around to converting the guest room and the study so they’ve now got proper rooms. Figure it’s only right, a room at yours and a room at mine.”

“Nice.” She chuckles. “I was thinking that maybe I’ll take them out the next time I have them and have them pick out colors for their room at my house. I think it’d make it feel more like home…how are you?”

“You and I, we weren’t that bad together, y'know?” Jamie smiled sadly when she kissed his hand. “I still love you.”

“No, we weren’t. We were a great couple.” Lucretia smiles and looks at Jamie. “Same. I don’t think I could find anybody else like you…how’s Malcolm? He’s not corrupting my children, is he?”

"Nah, he's taken to the parenting thing like a fish to water. Finally got around to converting the guest room and the study so they've now got proper rooms. Figure it's only right, a room at yours and a room at mine."

"You and I, we weren't that bad together, y'know?" Jamie smiled sadly when she kissed his hand. "I still love you."

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“Maybe you should come home, then! Set things straight! The kids would like having their mother not an ocean away for a bit.”

“Set things straight…Jamie, if you’re asking me to run for fucking PM, I’m not doing it. I’m not going to be the captain of a sinking ship!” Lucretia sighs. “But I will come home to see the children.”

"It's not like anyone else is stepping up to do it! Besides, you may be able to mend things." He smiled into the phone. "You should try to come over for parents evenings, Malcolm goes but tends to start telling the teachers off for how they're fucking up our kids."

“I don’t know what you’re yelling at me for! You know I’ve got absolutely no power over those tits now. Maybe it’s because you abandoned ship, talk about a fucking Brexit.”

“I’m yelling because I have to vent and you can handle my yelling!” Lucretia yells over the phone. “Plus these stupid Americans are focused on whatever is happening over here.”

"Maybe you should come home, then! Set things straight! The kids would like having their mother not an ocean away for a bit."