Well, Shit. Here We Go Again.

Mother fucking fickle world. Everything seems hunky dory, life is coming up roses, plans are being made, and BAM. Freight truck coming through!

The phrase I never want to hear again, “I just want to be sure I can hold onto my life insurance policy for your mother.” Oh. My. God. That is the worst statement I have ever heard.

Hating the world right now, and carrying the 300 lbs of my parents on my shoulders.


One response to “Well, Shit. Here We Go Again.

  1. That sounds ominous. Hope things are okay and work out. Hang in there.

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