I am bent over and racked with pain.
My days are filled with grief.
A raging fever burns within me,
and my health is broken.
I am exhausted and completely crushed.
My groans come from an anguished heart.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
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I am soooo sorry.
Him: This is Black. (of a black object)
Me: Yes it is Black
. . . ten minutes later . . .
Him: What color is this?
Me: Black
HIM: NO IT ISN'T, IT'S WHITE!!
Me: But you said before it is Black.
HIM: I DID NOT, DO NOT PUT WORDS IN MY MOUTH, QUIT LYING, YOU'RE THE DEVIL, YOU'RE A DEMON, HELP
HELP, CALL 911, YOU'RE NOT EVEN MY KID, GET OUT, GET OUT.
my life.
dementia.
know any good exorcists?
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