Sunday, June 5, 2011


I love you.  Even when you're being stupid and wrong, I love you.  Because I think you're smart enough that you'll come back around to smart and right eventually.  That's what family is.

But what happens when I don't think you'll come back around from stupid and wrong to smart and right?  The smart and right that we've agreed upon for decades previously until just today earlier this evening when you said WHAT?

What happens when I think you're permanently brain damaged and dangerous?

I don't trust you anymore.

And like my mother always said, "If I can't trust you, I don't have any use for you."

Some people, to me, are done.

Sorry and stuff but I'm greasing the escape hatch.

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