every once in a while, things get quiet enough that it starts to feel like it isn't going to end. it's really hard to not spiral when it feels like that. like everyone could go on about their business for the rest of their lives without you being present. if we didn't have a wife to keep us chained down (in a good way, i wouldn't dare call her dead weight, that would just be all the more reason for her to hate me when she already has so many reasons, but angel that she is she refuses to) it would almost make a girl curious enough to see it through for real...
