Your priest can suck on it!
Sorry to those I offfend, but I mean it!
God, Mary, Joseph…the baby Jesus (notice the capitalization..I do that to square my odds…isn’t that totally expected)), they can’t/won’t/don’t exist/teaching is we need to learn; not my concern. My concern is a very concrete, ingrained, impulsive, compulsive condition, which I not only HAVE to confront, but now…finally understand why I want to.
I also have bank coming, April 1st. Fool’s day.
I won’t be a fool because those days are over. I no longer want to walk off the stage; the lonely, defeated walk of shame to my car in the parking lot of the casino, knowing I’ll spend the next days, months and much MORE years regretting who I have become.
No. Today is a new day.
I’m so lucky to have money coming. As you. I won’t squander it though, this time. I appreciate now that funds are not a right, but a blessing. Mine will go to pay off debts I’ve acquired.
I am blessed. I have been granted that which I don’t deserve just because I was granted the opportunity to work hard and reap the benefits. But so have others; worked hard just to survive, but weren’t granted my position/blessed life (I can still call it that, gratefully).
Be good to yourself, my friend, as will I. There is life after gambling. The ones who committed suicide didn’t feel hope. I want to feel hope because suicide would be too easy…for me. Not so much for those who need me.
Congats! Don’t **** yourself over. I’ll be watching how you handle this balloon payment.