Royal bitch
My sister died at 49 of cancer. People say she was a delight and a charmer.
My mother died at 61 of cancer. People say she was a delight and a charmer.
My grandmother died at 92 after she broke her hip twice in a year and quit eating.
I thought she could be a royal bitch and I rather enjoyed it.
Once again, for the third time, my local collegues have expressed their concern about me in the form of “you need to see a shrink”.
Fuck being a delight and a charmer. I am emulating the royal bitch and rather enjoying it.
And third times the charm. I am now officially pretty pissed off.