is all it took. One more little, tiny, push, with just a hint of "your story has no basis to it and therefore it isn't real, come back to facts, Jesus is the way and the life" and I just puked up every last feeling that I really have on it and sent it back.
That doesn't sound like a big deal. I did my best to stay in MY PERSPECTIVE so as not to be judging anyone or anything, but I did not hold back with what I think and what is true for me. Again, this sounds like who cares? right? but WARS start over this kind of stuff. They do, oh, how they do.
Did I just start a war?
I never heard back from my father in law, either. I know he read it. He's on the computer constantly, sending emails constantly. I know he read it. Is he absorbing it?
The one person it's really fun to punch at when I'm a lucy wench diffused me yesterday. I was just winding up to laugh at him after he said "I've been smoking a lot of weed lately" on the heels of "I have smoked a cigarette in 6 months!" when he looked right at me and said "DON'T YOU JUDGE ME." Damn. There goes that. I was ready to do it, too.
So I'll just keep judging pole dancing hoochie momma's that boys all drool over while patting our thighs and saying "no, really, I love you how you are."
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