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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