Over dinner a free hours ago, I fumed at my daddy about unity.
Unity doesn’t exist.
I exclaimed aloud that divorces are fine because sometimes stuff doesn’t work out.
I exclaimed aloud that family units are no longer together. And each bio/unit is too busy and too tired to get along.
I exclaimed aloud again that nobody bothers us unless for money and whatnots.
Last night, Das Squirrel needed my help. His car broke down again. The evening was cool and was getting colder.
He wanted to try jumping his car because I heard that his car wouldn’t crank up. I could see the lights were dim during the cranking.
I drive him home so he could use the toilet and fetch his jumper cables. We went back to the location and while his Twit Wifey was on the phone we unsuccessfully tried to get his cart moving. It wouldn’t hold the charge.
We waited for the tow truck which came after half an hour or so. She came to sign for her arrangements. Then we went out separate ways leaving the two truck behind to drop off his car at his home because it was running late.
The point is that I was being used as an example to her. She was home. She works at home. She is dense like my daddy but well meaning in certain ways.
It seems that way – being used. I’m used to being used. After all, didn’t I pray to help others? It’s funny because I can’t help myself get a job. I might as well stop complaining.
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