Bob: Honey, there were a lot of idiots on the road tonight.
Me: Really? You know, when I drive I never notice people acting like idiots.
Pause.
Me: Oh. I guess that means it’s me.
Bob said nothing and kept his eyes on his shoes.
Ready or Not to Die
When my depression is bad, I feel ready.
Why am I a cruel woman when I'm insulting myself?
cruel woman