I am that close – that close – from going to war. A bloody, dirty war that would not end well for myself or the entity I’d be fighting. There is potential for much damage on both sides and right now, I don’t even care. I feel very much like the battered wife who’s been abused for years and suddenly snaps & grabs the gun because she’s had ENOUGH and fuck the consequences to herself.
A phone call with the lovely lawyer earlier on managed to calm me down somewhat. His wise words cooled my boiling blood and soothed the enraged Amazon.
Lying and cowardly rats have no place in my city. Let’s hope for their sake and mine that in the next few days, a peaceful breeze reaches me. Because there’s one certainty in all this: I always win. Always.