It's a nice flat, that I decorated again and again and put all the furniture together and cleaned and tidied like an idiot for ten years while raising two kids all on my own no help from a soul with a working wife who I would make a second supper for when she got home from her super important job work around 10pm or later.
Or was it 11?
I worked bloody hard every waking minute.
I worked so bloody hard it killed me.
Now I teach Perfect Dao.
But I need make money.
I no good wid dat.
Any of you able to help with that?
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I cry and cry if I strike him and he forgive me and that somehow make it worse I only slap him with open hand i very small man then i have no strength i hit him not hard i swear to god but i did and then i promised never to do it again
If i lost my rag and struck him i would suffer terribly.
It became oddly physical.
A tiny rap from me would cause my hand to swell up.
I promised to never hit again one day a long time ago and wrote it down on a slip of paper.
That was a cantrip!
It helped me focus!
I learn karma dharma!
I observe sacred space around body.
Not enter unless give consent!
Teach this!
Personal space maybe one foot at least, none enter lest ye give your consent!
All should observe this rule.
I strike never.
My children strike me now and it hurt me not.
I take it.
It my just desert.
But I never strike.
I kneel, and beg harm me not, harm me not.
So I practice ahimsa and it release me from the wheel.
It's a nice flat, that I decorated again and again and put all the furniture together and cleaned and tidied like an idiot for ten years while raising two kids all on my own no help from a soul with a working wife who I would make a second supper for when she got home from her super important job work around 10pm or later.
Or was it 11?
I worked bloody hard every waking minute.
I worked so bloody hard it killed me.
Ah shit, HoL... sorry to hear, but glad it's OK by you.
The kids will be okay, tho I suspect they'll need lots of your time. It sounds like Muggle doesn't have it to spare, which is too bad.
I hope she's gracious about your commitment in the face of her schedule. Then again, needing gratefulness for what you've done for someone is just food for the ego, which it eats whether it's hungry or not, so... if Muggle's not appreciative, well, she don't have to be. The kids'll know who was there for them their whole young lives. They'll never forget, in fact.
Will Muggle be getting her own sexy place near her important job where she can keep all her clothes and an empty fridge, or will she be proceeding with the current arrangement, but simply sans pretense?
Also, who's she banging at the office you think? Not that it matters...
For that matter, who's makin love to Muggle's old man while she was out makin love? Catshit ananda, that's who, bitch...
You need a patron. A King's court in which to Jest. I can't imagine you in an unimaginative and repetitive job.
You know what? Completely serious, here:
chip van.
Except... some awesome twist of your own making on that.
The catch?
Endless head-tripping by one crazy old hippie while he prepares your lunch order. YouTube clip goes viral. BBC interview, etc. etc. then hire some kids to run it for ya. Or run it with your kids...
Could make bank with that, if you park it in the right neighborhood full of people that might get a surprised giggle out of your most spirited musings.