I had just gotten home from my job at the factory. I hated it but it was all I could do to put food on the table for my wife and daughter. I put my keys on the hook and made a beeline for our patio. I could almost taste the whiskey I kept stashed in a pot of fake flowers out there. I quickly glanced around for my... Read More →
She was furious at 11:00, but she smoldered and fumed, waiting to see if the noise would stop at midnight. It did not. At 1:00 her husband got up and went to sleep in another room. He claimed that the noise didn't keep him awake, but that he couldn't sleep with her lying in silent rage beside him. He encouraged her to use ear buds or ear plugs, or to... Read More →
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