Ruining her elastic asshole PT.8

My son Forrest is ill-equipped for life and he's clueless.

I don't know where I went wrong.

I am the one that's letting him live at my mother's house.

But for some reason, I am the one who's angry at him.

He calls me an idiot, bitch, terrible mom, and a loser.

I try not to enable Forrest, but I'm afraid he's going to starve to death.

And I end up giving him no excuse.

I've been buying groceries for Forrest for about two years.

He's really worried about getting help from any food that's brought in.

He sanitizes each and every item.

I try not to buy him cigarettes, but I can see that he's going through withdrawals.

And I'll give him a packet.

Each week, Forrest manipulates me into giving him more money.

It just never stops.

I spend $300 a month on my son, but I'm on a fixed income.

$35 a month on cigarettes, $30 a week on groceries, $200 a month on utilities,

and $60 a month on his cell phone.

My son doesn't seem to have a plan for how he's going to support himself.

He's actually considering the possibility of trying to get on disability.

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