Good. Now your listening. About damned time.
Like most of you, I learned that I am no longer a person.
Wait wait? themis? Isn’t there a cat pic?
Yes. Yes there is. But I can’t show that because I am no longer a person. My doctors (who went to school for 4 years less than I did) can now feel me up and lie to me.
Yep… titty feel and lie… and that’s 400 bucks. Hell, that was dating in college.
Where was I? (not being a person)/
I left a long time ago. I don’t ever think you will take me back.
But I heard my Mother crying today. Not about me. Not about my father being killed when I was 3. Not about the grandkids she will never have.
She called me because she wanted to remind me that this is now who we are. She will die from it. I have to live with it.
I’m back, whether Mom likes it or not:)