dad left home for a younger
model, it was this slick, sexed
-up gussy of a condo, and mom
was no way, no how following
his lead on home sweet home
for her. She got the house,
dad got the condo and it
was awkward. They
were always continuously
visiting one or the other
together, but the tension
in the kitchen was so sticky
and thick it set off the smoke
alarm, so of course, everybody
got the "Facebook alert" and
panicked like yaks
panicked like apes
panicked like a dog
like a sea cucumber
smelling smoke
where there should be
no such thing, panicked
like
living beings, which
makes sense.
but it was hard on the kids
Monday, January 01, 2024
bad breakup family
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Potential rebuke/rebuttal: why is it always the kids? Why are they always the matter and measure? In such cases. SEEMS SELFISH, kids. If you ask me, there's a big potential element of that in the mix, where no matter the rest of the scenario, seems like it's always the kids getting the fat end of the should-oughtta consideration stick. Take this case for instance: HOW OLD ARE THESE KIDS AGAIN, now?
We don't even know! Nowhere are we told. It stinks.
OK, I kind of left myself wide-open on that one, I admit, but the risk's worth a candle or two when you can see what you get by it. I'm content: I'll stay. Stand. Hold my hand as dealt. We'll see what drifts in on the river, may be. Anyway, I'm way over eighteen already, so I feel pretty good about my chance.
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