changes, pt 1

[briseur]

About 48 hours ago, my mother's second husband, the purpetrator of the lion's share of the violence I survived growing up, died

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[talktooloose]

Death is always fucking messy, isn't it? He wanted resolution, you want what you want. Death doesn't give a shit.

I'm not sure the right kind of condolences to offer, but I hope you all find what you need.

I draw your attention to the wonderful typo: "accuntability".