for me , as a rule , since i can never remember to look at the tag to see what a sweater is made out of , i drape them all over a line in the basement . i love him , and i love being there , but i have my own place and a friend that i sort of abandoned , even though we are n't really talking and have n't been for months . `` what can i do to make it better between you and your father ? '' `` do n't know why i was acting so stupid . 