So you come in here and wake my newborn son up, proceed to tell me how I need to take care of him,…

So you come in here and wake my newborn son up, proceed to tell me how I need to take care of him, and how I'm doing it wrong, and I need to do it your way, then wanna pick up my screaming son that was sleeping, try to hold him, make it worse by turning lights on in his face, make him wanna feed again, give him to me and tell me I need to feed him again, then stand there with the fuckin door wide open and stare at me until I take the cover and cover myself up, then you're gonna get mad that I covered up, like it offended you that I didn't flop my boob out in front of you and everyone else, And turn around cuss me out say I'm ungrateful for your help, and slam the door. I can't wait to get the fuck out of here. I can't stand someone trying to tell me what's best for MY son.

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