"I came over from Greece when I was 17 and started out working in a market. I worked so much that I supported my mother, my father, and put my brother through college. Now my kids have everything, and don’t appreciate anything. You Americans cut em’ off when they’re 18. And that’s probably for the best. But we can’t do that, cause we’re Greek. They’re ours until they’re married."
"They’re ours until they’re married." Yep.
There is nothing that cements your lack of feelings for your ex more than seeing a picture from his wedding and realizing that the hair transplant your supported him through really didn’t work, and feeling a little sad for him instead of gleefully vindictive.
you would have 300 seconds to move all your shit out of my apartment.