Well people, it looks like there is a major life altering change coming my way, and not in the good way. How major? LetÂ’s just say the only thing I can think of that is more major would be imminent death. Others may argue there are things much worse then this, but they arenÂ’t me.

I wonÂ’t know for sure until all the parties involved have a chance to cool off, mainly me. On a scale from one to ten on the anger scale, I surpassed a star going supernova. Things were said, actions done. Some may be repairable, most likely not. Whether or not the other parties involved care even to attempt to make amends, if I decided thatÂ’s what I want to do, is unknown.

Right now, I think the other parties see greener pastures and would rather be there. IÂ’m still fuming as I type this. In fact, this is my fourth draft as I scrapped the others due to my anger getting control of what I was typing. IÂ’ve hit the calm stage, where IÂ’m smiling and quiet. Nothing more then short one-syllable words are coming out of my mouth, and only when IÂ’m directly asked a question that demands a verbal answer.

Maybe things can be worked out, maybe they canÂ’t. Then again, maybe IÂ’ll be given a million dollars tomorrow. Either way something is going to happen, and soon. IÂ’ve decided IÂ’m skipping November and December next year, this year itÂ’s bringing me way too much grief.

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