“The anticipation for death is worse than death itself!!” – Steven Seagal
I have lived the past year and a half this way. Waiting for momentary destructive lapses in reality. You see one hole and try your best to assist with plugging it, but the drama and chaos still finds its way through the small cracks and crevasses. Then you look to the person assisting with the patchwork and they are on some Willie Bo Bo leaving you victim to the destructive devastation. Later, that co-worker or friend apologizes and promises never to do it again or at least work on team efforts, but a day or so later…here we go again.
You survive these suicidal/homicidal actions due to your close family and friends. What are we without the ones who love and care for us? I’d hate to find out.
My Second eldest child, Nile Jihad Akebulon Mathews, turned 12 yrs. old on April 12th. Golden Birthday. Boogie is about to be a teenager!!!!!!
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