Robert: Put your shoes on bitch.
Me: What?
Robert: Put your shoes on bitch. This is Morton talking to you, now do it.
Me: No it’s not. Morton doesn’t talk to me that way.
Morton: No, I don’t, but please put your shoes on before you start that.
Me: Okay. Whattteverrr.
Morton: Thank you.
We are only at each other’s throats like this when our stress level goes into over drive. I know what cues to take note of and how to recognize when to put on the breaks. In the last few days those cues have been in the form of dynamite explosions. I know I’m way too stressed when I see stuff out of the corner of my eye. A doctor told me it’s not psychosis but the brain misfiring due to an overload of stress. Thank goodness. I thought I was really losing it.
I know I need to put on the breaks when: Continue reading ‘Sign of My Times’
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