Murphy’s Law
Why is it that when things are at their worst it seems that everything comes raining down on your head? Not only did my husband coming home only last three days and he is gone again, it is over, but I spent Christmas alone and sick. I am trying to make money while wheezing and coughing, because the landlady, well, you know, she don’t care. It’s a tough old world out there, but dammit, I’m tougher and things are going to get better. God promised.
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Oh I’m so sorry to hear this
{{HUGS}}