Not Giving a Rat’s Ass and Being Horrible
No one’s perfect. A story in 100 words.
No one’s perfect. A story in 100 words.
“My mother just died, the last fucking thing I want to talk about is children!”
Loving her wasn’t the issue.
Being in synch was.
I wanted kids before.
Not now.
Returning home from the funeral, I walked in.
Too clean.
Too quiet.
Much too quiet.
Something was missing.
Someone was missing…
