The Sky and the Impossible Explode....

Alright, guys. Here goes nothin'...

Hopefully back by tonight. If not, Gaya or Luna will post accordingly.

L'Chaim...I love you all.

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Oh, I am just disgusted. And angry. But, most of all, heartsick.

Somehow, after ALL that has happened, teh man *still* comes out smelling like a fuckin' rose..and me? Like shit.

What were all the years of Cubscouts, bowling, wrestling, track, etc etc etc FOR? How many times did HE rock that kid to sleep, singing 'til he was hoarse..falling asleep in the chair? How many tears did he wipe away? How many diapers did he change? How many birthday cakes did he fuckin' bake? How many Christmas gifts did he even bother to buy? How many mud Easter Bunny prints did he paint? How many nights did he sit up all night, worrying over him when he was sick?

Yeah. Exactly.

It came as quite a shock to the PTA 'Bettys' that I was even *married*. They didn't *know*. They had never seen him, and thought me a single mother. I will NEVER forget that.

Still. He WINS. MONEY WINS.

All my life, I have tried to do the much-lauded 'Right Thing'. Always. Tried to bring the Good Book into our lives, and abide by it.

For what?

A slap in the face.

JOKE'S ON ME, FOLKS, I GUESS. ONCE AGAIN.

Teh Man lets him SMOKE.