Not my story
May. 8th, 2014 04:51 pmQuoting the following, or paraphrasing:
So I was suffering through my first broken heart, when my mother tried to comfort me by telling me about her first husband. He had cheated on her. She said "I got a gun and followed him around for days, and I was going to kill him and myself. But then I called a suicide hotline, and got a busy signal. It was then I realized that nobody else gave a fuck." She was trying to help I think.
WORK STORY!
Funny sure, but...I totally get that. I mean there really is a lesson in there. You may be roiling in your own personal hell, but there is a world out there filled with people who know nothing about it, and you can take that as harmful to you, or you can realize that there is a whole world there outside your pain; a world you could be a part of.
Or it's just a hilarious story of child rearing.
So I was suffering through my first broken heart, when my mother tried to comfort me by telling me about her first husband. He had cheated on her. She said "I got a gun and followed him around for days, and I was going to kill him and myself. But then I called a suicide hotline, and got a busy signal. It was then I realized that nobody else gave a fuck." She was trying to help I think.
WORK STORY!
Funny sure, but...I totally get that. I mean there really is a lesson in there. You may be roiling in your own personal hell, but there is a world out there filled with people who know nothing about it, and you can take that as harmful to you, or you can realize that there is a whole world there outside your pain; a world you could be a part of.
Or it's just a hilarious story of child rearing.