Just about every member of my family I ever cared about is dead. Just about every one of them died between thanksgiving an new years. The holidays are a nightmare of bad memories and dread for me.
I have the same feelings. Bad memories from psychiatric wards, emergency rooms, mental hospitals, and insane asylums. And
they went to court to revoke my gun rights, and make and enforce other adverse decisions over my head against my will. Nothing I do for those people is ever good enough. They don't give me any money, no matter what I do, how hard I work, how well qualified or competent I am, nothing.
It's great I do not have to feel guilty about not attending the rest of my family's gorgefest/prayer meeting/alcohol free football party 400 miles away this year.
And they don't do drugs, and they're clean and sober, yadda yadda yadda. Gotta have your wisdom teeth pulled while you're still on your parent's health insurance. It's required by law. Yadda yadda yadda and they're pulling out all stops to enforce some 4000-year-old covenant in the flesh to this day. I don't have a friggin' clue what those people pray for anymore, but their souls are damned, and they have no interest in either temporal or eternal salvation.
Strive to enter in at the strait gate: for many, I say unto you, will seek to enter in, and shall not be able. When once the master of the house is risen up, and hath shut to the door, and ye begin to stand without, and to knock at the door, saying, Lord, Lord, open unto us; and he shall answer...
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