Roland needed something. He didn’t know what…but something. Life hadn’t been kind to him lately. First Shelly had left him, then the dog ran away. His kids hadn’t spoken to him in months. He took a swig of cheap draft and sighed. Charlie gave him the stink eye. He set his own beer down on the table between them. “If you’re going to sit there all night pulling them damned poor me sighs, I’m going home. I’ve got better things to do than spend another night listening to you wallow.”
Unfortunately I lost my dearest friend many years ago to brain cancer. But when we were together? She was a white witch and an outspoken Scot. Boy, could she give an earful 🤣🤣 Her saving grace was that she was pretty right on the mark!! So blessed to have had her by my side for so much of my dark time.
Unfortunately I lost my dearest friend many years ago to brain cancer. But when we were together? She was a white witch and an outspoken Scot. Boy, could she give an earful 🤣🤣 Her saving grace was that she was pretty right on the mark!! So blessed to have had her by my side for so much of my dark time.
A good friend for sure
Everyone needs a straight-shooter friend like this.
True love often means sharing uncomfortable truths