May 8th, 1976
I was sitting on the couch with my daughter feeding her a bottle when Roger dumped something in my lap. It was an envelope. I picked it up and seen it was from my family in America. I glared at it and threw it on the ground next to the couch. Roger picked it up and sat down next to me, opening it. "It looks like an invitation to your cousins wedding" he said and I rolled my eyes as I burped our daughter.
"I don't care if she's getting married, she's a skank" I said. "I think we should go. They haven't met (y/d/n) yet and we haven't seen them in a long time" Roger replied and I sighed. "They're toxic gold diggers that are only nice to you because you're a famous musician with lots of money."
"Are you sure?" Roger asked taking (y/d/n) from me. "Honey, of course I'm sure. They more than likely only invited us because we're rich and we'll get them a nice gift" I replied and Roger frowned. "At least think about it love" He kissed my head and I glared at him.
"Fine"
