"straight talk, cont"

another🕯friggin candle in the Mary glass that I stole from OLV at the start of all this, my Mary walkietalkie 

me: thank you 🙏, however, this is your last chance with this shit, far as I am concerned. I been talking to you about this fucker for umpteen years. I am at nothing to lose with this man, and I ain't afraid of nothing left to lose, now am I? My next prayers be going to the damn Devil, so help me. So fix this - if I am part of the solution, fucking SOUP shouldn't be HARD, give me a motherfucking break, and if I'm not (again 🙄) fine (but can someone besides my mother explain my role to me please?), marry him off to the boyfriend who has land to die on already, what. the. fuck. ever. it. takes. I have utterly had it with sacrificial men, do you hear me!? I don't want any more of em around that I personally want to burn in effigy ❤️‍🔥. And I def don't want to stand around helpless watching this one light himself on fucking fire more - I already did that the day he moved to Disney World. I wouldn't think twice about leaving butter on anyone else's porch but I wouldn't drive down his street. He's drinking maybe cz this is ALL NUTS, makes no sense most of the time, it's no fun, it's horseshit. So figure it out. What I need ain't even on your radar ma'am, and we both know that does not turn out any better for anyone than my being dead, which I am very much not (thanks for that too btw). But don't you dare tell me to be patient with you on this subject. No. 

Amen 👁