Sunday, August 20, 2017
That
voice?
Yeah, that one?
It said:
"It's in your power to stop this now if you want.'
I said:
"Deal."
It said:
"No more, no more mowing grass, no more washing cars, no more Sunday dinners without "her", no more worship without "her", no more, period. If they can't make a decision? Make one for them."
I said:
"Deal".
I'll eat ramen cooked with hot water at the gas station before I'll eat Sunday dinner there without you again. I'll fast if I have to. I'll start having a moving sale.I'll have a bonfire. Whatever I gotta do.
But this kinda nonsense about guilting people under knowingly false pretenses? That shits over. Forever.
I'm 52 years old. I don't have to explain anything to anybody if I don't feel like it. Deal with it.
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