The ice water in the face is welcome because when I get uppity I get hurt. And reality bites, although not hard because there is a zero % chance I would ever want anything to do with another man. For the most part, men are just mean.
And I’m OK with that — the ice water keeps me from going out on an emotionally honest limb. It’s real safe by the trunk where I take exquisitely excellent care of my husband and children.
I think I’ll cling here until the blessed day I die.
Speaking of death, does no one want to talk about that? I’ve learned so much mostly because of my friend with the brain tumor but all that info is for sure going to come in handy someday!