AFTER: "Grace, it is not my responsibility to keep you safe. And I will not respond to any call after 10pm."
Well, DT, it's well after 10...I'm not safe. I did leave you a voicemail expressing my "feelings" of "unsafely" ~ I'm sorry ~ I must have mixed the past with the present...because NOW you don't give a flying fuck about my "safety" after 1o, or Tuesdays, or Fridays or Saturdays or Sundays.
Since I'm crazy...I'm going to interpret that to mean that you are actually encouraging me to hurt myself, or....something else.
So I hear you *Oh Wise One...And I Obey*
I sure wish you would have taught me the *skills* you used to use to make me feel safe and cared for BEFORE your life changed...because it seems to have left me unprepared to deal with any of this SHIT that continues to fucking pound me like golf ball sized hail night...after night...after night.
"Your best is always good enough"...OK - then - my "best" it is....
Sing it for me, DT Poppins...."Just a *spoonful* of sugar helps the medicine go down. The medicine go dowwwn...the medicine go down...Just a *spoonful* of sugar helps Grace go down, in a most delightful and pain-free way.
You musen't fuck with the "MHPS" ~ They do what they want ---- and you will NEVER win!