The other day, my mom and I were watching a Lifetime movie. (Don’t you judge. You know you watch Lifetime movies. You’re just too afraid to admit it.) The “victim” in the movie (because the main character is always the victim of something… stalking, rape, abuse, infidelity, false accusations, bad hair, bad acting, bad script…) found that her bank account had supposedly been emptied by her recovering alcoholic husband who had gambled it away. (I seriously did not make that up. That was one of the plot lines.)
“Oh, please.” I said to my mom. “Like you wouldn’t know if your husband had a gambling problem.”
She got an amused look on her face and just stared at me.
And then she burst out laughing.
I think I said something to the effect of, “Oh, shut up.”
Trust me. The irony was not lost on me.