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coming home early from work, because of an injury, it was legit, i couldve stayed, but i hate my boss, hes a micromanaging insensitive distrustful prick, and that makes me hate my job. i get home and let the dog out. she is still a puppy. all she wants to do is lay in the grass and run and play. it makes me think of what Jesus said, “be thee as little children,” and i realize this is such a waste of Gods gift, suffering through each day so I can support my family yes, but enduring misery because of this soulless prick, it makes me feel ridiculous. why do i do this? why do any of us? i feel like im wasting my life. so i went to a friends poker tournament for the afternoon. gotta live, right? make space for joy?

New Confession

My mother was a witch.

After she died, I went through an the boxes in the basement.

Found books of rituals and spells with dried candle wax melted all over them. Small dolls made of straw and scraps of fabric.

Many years earlier, before she died, my grandmother told me that my mother practiced witchcraft. My sister said it was the dementia taking, but I saw the look on my grandmother’s face. It was not dementia.

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Related Confessions

My mother was a witch.

After she died, I went through an the boxes in the basement.

Found books of rituals and spells with dried candle wax melted all over them. Small dolls made of straw and scraps of fabric.

Many years earlier, before she died, my grandmother told me that my mother practiced witchcraft. My sister said it was the dementia taking, but I saw the look on my grandmother’s face. It was not dementia.

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