For the record.
My Great Aunt is lying in a hospital bed in the cardiac unit right NOW. She can't even have any morphine because she had problem with it after her husband shoved fiberglass into her arms in an attempt to kill her slowly.
BUT REALLY, LET'S JUST TALK ABOUT YOUR G@DDAMN PROBLEMS AND HOW FUCKED YOUR LIFE IS BECAUSE SOMEONE MADE THE MISTAKE OF LOVING YOU.
There. Now that IS something that I have said. Right there. In print. And you know what, it's something I wouldn't normally say. But I'm pissed the m#therf^cking hello off right now.
Sadly, she really was married. To bad.
