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Old Nov 26, 2016, 05:51 PM
Anonymous37971
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Ganked! The isolation drills are over and Thanksgiving with friends was surprisingly pleasant, but recent telephone calls with members of my surviving blood family have really set me back during the past few days. Why do I talk to these people?

I stubbornly remain in the exquisite phase of anxious depression.

Around a month ago a close longtime friend and strategic partner to the family business betrayed my wife's confidence and made me freak sky-high. He went to Japan, and now that some time has passed, it is in definitely in our best strategic interests to act when he comes over, uninvited as usual, as if nothing ever happened, and I'm pretty sure that I'm not ready to do that. Under our division of labor, I bear the grudges and freak sky-high; they're part of my formal job description.

If I'm the only one home when I hear his car roaring up the driveway I can grab the blind dog and a handful of carrot sticks to keep him quiet and lock us into an interior room, but he'll take that opportunity to go through all our stuff... financials and transaction contracts, case furniture and boxes. He's done it once before when my MIL was the only one home, and it freaked her out. To think that he has the gall to call me crazy.

I agreed with my wife that I would be cool, but the blood phone calls have primed me. There's a one-in-ten force majeure scenario in which I share with this Iscariot my truth, which would be thermobaric and visible both from space and on Twitter.
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Thanks for this!
bizi, Wild Coyote