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.
Stop with the Joy
Joy doesn’t feel welcoming. Listening to our pain would be.
Why am I a cruel woman when I'm insulting myself?
cruel woman