How to be a ‘good friend’: The 7 things I wish I’d known when I was 19

My mother was the best person I knew.

She was like the queen of her age group, the only person who could always talk me out of doing something I didn’t want to do.

She made me feel special, and if I was getting my shit handed to me by someone, she was the one to give it to me.

I remember, on that summer day in 2012, I had a crush on a girl named Rebecca.

She looked like me, she lived across the street from me in Queens, and I knew I had to see her.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.

Rebecca and I were both very shy, and Rebecca was a tomboy.

When I first met her, I was a year older and still in high school, so I wasn’t used to dating a girl who was a teenager.

But we got along great.

We dated for about six months, and then we got engaged.

When we got married, I decided that I wanted to be able to spend more time with her, so we moved in together.

We had two kids, a son and a daughter, and our house was very well-kept.

When Rebecca and her husband bought the house, she said, “I don’t want you to be in it.

You can’t live in the house.”

We bought it anyway.

My parents didn’t understand, and when I told them, they said, No, we don’t need to worry about that.

When they asked what I meant, I said, I just don’t like the thought of it.

They said, Well, we just need to take care of you.

But it was true.

The house was a mess.

There was a bunch of stuff everywhere.

When the family moved in, it was a house of many things, and they had to put things in different places because they couldn’t fit them all in the same place.

I loved that I could just go and find a pile of stuff, and be like, Oh, that’s so cute.

I had never been to a home before, and my parents had no idea what I was doing.

They had no ideas.

They didn’t even know that they were going to live here.

They just wanted to move in and make it perfect.

I love that they put up with me, but they were like, I don’t know, you’ve got to live there.

So we moved into a place, and we had a little bit of a mess there.

Rebecca came in and went to her room and she had her hair cut, and she was like, “Can you go home and wash your hair?”

I said no, but she was in the shower, and it was pouring.

And she came back out and she said “I want to go home.”

I said okay, but I’m not going home.

And I remember her telling me that she couldn’t stay.

She said, You’re in the wrong house.

She walked out the door, and her parents walked in.

I think she went to sleep that night, but her dad was the first one to wake up.

It was very weird.

My mom and I had been living together for three months, but my mom told my dad that I was going to move out.

And my dad said, Oh my god, she’s going to be gone.

He was the only one who knew.

So my mom and me moved out and we moved to the apartment.

And the next day, my dad woke up, and he found me sleeping on the floor, naked.

My Mom was on top of me, on top.

And he came out and he said, Are you okay?

I said yes, but he wasn’t really trying to.

He just wanted me to get dressed.

And so he started looking at my ass.

He came back, and was like: “Do you want to try and get your ass out of here?”

He didn’t say anything about me being in the bathroom.

He didn, but it was the same story.

I didn, and that’s when I decided, I’m going to go out with Rebecca, and just have a nice time.

I got my shit together, and on our first date, I started playing with her.

And it was so fun.

I’m like, That’s the kind of girl you want when you have a friend.

Rebecca was kind of shy and shy, but there was no doubt that I liked her.

She’s always been shy, so it was kind, but, like, a little awkward at first.

We started to have a lot of fun, and eventually, we got into the sex thing.

She didn’t like it at first, but eventually she did, and so did I. I was like this is what I want to be.

So when she was doing her hair, I’d go, “That