Painter sat at the defendants table and announced with absolute certainty, "This is all your fault." And I wonder, "Which part is my fault?"
As I was sitting in court yesterday listening to opening statements, listening to accusations, and answering questions, I was overcome with gratitude.
There are moments I'm often confused and bored by the stability in my relationship with Chef. I mean, if I'm not responsible for constantly attending to her ego and entitlement while driving connection, what am I suppose to do with all my free time?