I swear, the B.S. never seems to end...
Either it's those directly around myself and my wife who seem to intentionally drive their incessant bipolar insanity, or it's those of ours personal lives (both past and present) that seem to keep coming back - though whether it be out of stupidity, self-realization, or just a wish to manipulate is yet to fully be determined. Personally, I don't know what is more irritating; having to deal with the constant return of those who have done me/us wrong, or the fact that some of these individuals just don't seem to learn until it is too damn late.
I guess, really, it doesn't matter all that much, since apparently, ever since our return to "Music City" from Illinois... it seems all we have left is a bloody moral and psychological fight to the bitter end of survival or more so over who gets the final blow.
I have already long since had to turn my back on so may whom I once held so close to me that just the memory has left its own steep burn-scars. And yet... it seems almost as if that is just not enough. Now, as it seems, I have to once again remind people of the true nature of the name by which I was known over ten years ago. "S.W.K."
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