. . .
I have to tell you that this shouldn’t be happening to you, and that the perpetrator (whether an ex-boyfriend, an employer, another friend, or a cancerous tumor) is a shithead.
I have to sit with you and ‘hope’ that things get better.
And yet, as much as I’d like to hold onto hope, it’s a punctured raft in the middle of the Atlantic.
You can cling to it desperately, until...Read More