Mourningdove

Today the vindictive, cruel real estate agent called. I'm sure he is unsure about his sexuality, I'm sure his mother was mean to him, I'm sure he is secretly a terrible mess, a closet eater maybe. The sadist called to tell me my church was gone. He called to tell me that Satan did not buy it simply to tear it down and make me sad, but a nice couple who plan to renovate it. To love it like I planned to. I'm sure I could find some terrible things to say about them. Stinkin nice people.

Envy is a tough thing to live with. I'm trying a little to be gracious and let this all go. It had been a long time since I had really wanted. I'm trying to go with the flow here, I really am. I said goodbye awhile back, so I'll just leave it at that.