What's it with her? She can't even keep up with my complexity. She doesn't have her own opinion of right and wrong. She can't talk to me intellectually. She doesn't distinguish my irritation with the things she does. She's so demanding and can't sit still. If she could not digest my reserved and quixotic behavior, why doesn't she just go out of my house? Grr. I hope SHE was someone else. Oh well, I'll just accept life the way it is. I'll just try to be happy with what I have even if I can't. God Bless her.
Lux In Domino!
-CJ
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