Becoming My Ex's Mother in Law
We had never really gotten along, and yet there she was, her arms wide open, expecting a hug just like everyone else.
I was only happy to oblige.
As we squeezed each other tightly, Sydney whispered in my ear, “Do not trust men’s sweet talk.”
We pulled apart. I stared at her, confused. What could that mean?
Apparently, Sydney hadn’t been quiet enough for the sharp ears of the other inmates, as they all started to share their opinions of her advice.
“Oh, don’t be such a buzzkill, Syd!” one said.
“Yeah, let the girl have a little hope!” another added.