My husband found me on my knees in Gracie’s nursery, sobbing, pointing helplessly to the crib.
“God why you have to let all the good people die and all the evil ones survive???”
Eating dessert for dinner. Dessert for all the meals, really!
“Had an ex cut the brake lines on my truck. Was on my way home from school when all the sudden the pedal sank to the floor.”
Sure, it’s nice to have my boyfriend open the pickle jar if it’s really stuck, and I definitely leave the handiwork around the condo for him to do, but if he disappeared one day, I’d survive. I’d run my pickle jar under hot water. I’d hire a handyman.
He didn’t want to die, that Saturday morning at 5 AM. He just finally knew that he was going to. I don’t think he ever believed it before then — no more than my mother did, no more than my brother did.
Day after day you would make snarky remarks and stabs at me. You would even talk about how much of a failure I was to friends and family and I would hear your words come back around. “Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me” does not apply here; you threw me back in the black hole I finally escaped from.
The Dependopotamus is a vile creature that can be spotted throughout all branches of the US military.
Quite often I find myself in a situation where people ask about my parents.
If you have a problem with that, you can avert your eyes, but my son is feeding and will continue to feed until we are both satisfied.