Sunday, September the 3rd, 2006

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.

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3 Responses to “Boiling blood”

  1. Michelle says:

    What’s being done to rectify the situation, if anything? (If I may be so nosy.)

  2. pundit says:

    (And you may.)

    I think I’ll do the only honourable thing—back off and wait, and court her if/when her situation changes.

    And in the mean time, learn to plaster and patch my poor walls.

  3. Michelle says:

    That is the best thing, really.
    People deserve to have someone who belongs only to them, anything else is cruel.

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