I am not an inherently violent or emotional person at all. Of late however, I’ve become edgy and I’m finding it hard not to punch a hole in a wall. I’m hurting and I hate it. There is a terribly queasy feeling in the pit of my stomach, and it seems like my mind has concluded that random acts of aggression will solve the problem.
It’s heartbreaking when the woman you love lives under another man’s roof.
pundit@emphaticallystatic.org
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