In the beginning she thought he was an alright gentlemen. Until he began showing little bits and pieces of himself. Now it seemed ridiculous that she could have fallen in love with this boy-man, this immature piece of bones, flesh and nothing else. She laughed to herself, almost becoming hysterical at the thought that she could have been shackled to this man, that as a Catholic, she would have wrestled with leaving him and when she eventually did, she would have to wrestle with a feeling of guilt for the rest of her life.
Which brought her to God. Funny about God. Funny how she had rebelled so much against him. Funny how now they had both made peace with each other. Yes, most definitely to her, there was a God. There indeed was a God who rules in the affairs of men. A God that people had so misrepresented, that people had so much misaligned, that they loved to blame when shit hit the fan but failed to praise when he helped them out.
Anyways enough with the proselyting already. Time for action, the action for today. By the way, that stupid doctor suggested she might have bipolar disorder. What did he know? Fresh faced from college, what did he know? Pretending like he was a cast member on Grey's Anatomy. And that old woman acr