Jessica, this experience of calling him and hearing how sick he is ripping me to shreds. He's an ex, but I care deeply about him, and every time I call and doesn't answer I nearly shit myself. He is likely to have scarred lungs for life, but I hold out hope.

I read your stories and absolutely back you on this shit. There is no fucking excuse. NONE. All these Christian conservatives....let's play a game, and turns out they're right. There IS a heaven. They show up, and St. Peter, who turns out to be Black (just for good measure because I fucking LOVE karma) lists the number of people that the prospective heavenly cloud dwellers have killed via brutal ignorance, all of whom happen to be standing behind the erstwhile St. Peter and staring at our anti vaxxer, anti-masker serial murderers. While I have little belief that such a thing will happen, and I do not believe in a just universe (that's too woo-woo for me, just look around for "just"), I do honestly in my black evil heart hope that somewhere along the way they get it and suffocate in their own snot. Call me cruel but I no longer feel patience OR mercy OR any kind of generosity for such people. I'm done. I've got friends down in Florida who want off the merry-go-round - MarleyK is among them- and all I can hope is they get out before DeSantis et. al. arms every BillyBob in sight and sends them out in white sheets. Hey- at least they'd be masked, bless their hearts.