EP 007: Veronica's Exchange Fumble Of The Week: Flaky Friday, Shady Saturday
Deadbeat Mom: Parenting A Child Whose Own Mother Refuses ToShow Notes
Just when we thought Veronica had exhausted every possible excuse for avoiding her court-ordered parenting time, she apparently decided to expand her résumé to include amateur hide-and-seek champion and pathological bullshit artist. 🏆 This week, Grandma and Marco arrive at the designated exchange location, ready to hand over the parenting responsibilities Veronica seems so determined to avoid. There’s just one tiny problem. VERONICA IS HIDING. 👀 Not metaphorically. Not figuratively. This woma...
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