Your facial expressions, your tone in your voice, and your attitude towards me says a lot. The best way I can describe this is the devil looking at you and
ordering you to go get the baby clothes out the dryer. This is how I feel. But wait if you don’t, the horns getting
bigger then she storms off and gets it her self. Because I paused in the moment
as if this manner is going to allow me to move. I don’t want to paint the picture of a devil and angel,
because angel I’m not. When you
have a look of frustration with sigh of OMG towards me I then wonder is this
going to last. What would Jesus
do, right? All I can do is keep
trying to make things work, but my patience is running thin. I hate when people tell me what
to do. I hated it when my parents told me, my teachers, professors, wife, even
my boss; it’s my turn off. Don’t let a friend do that, I’ll keep my distance. Not
to mention, the wife.