Last Saturday, I'm texting xh the last, small financial detail that needs to be taken care of. He text back "we need to talk about step dd". I start to get angry as he has no right telling me what to do with my flesh and blood. I start to fall into the old pit of despair. I start to dread seeing xh at our small church the next morning.
But then I remind myself thats its over, we both need to be in church and I just need to suck it up and be a good Christian. Sunday morning I get a text that he wont be at church becausehis prostate is bothering him.
Only xh can be a pain in his own butt. 
FWH 48
D-day 9/07
Dont retreat, reload.
"Pull that knife out of your back - and sever the fuel line to that bus you got thrown under" Bufffalo
