chiaThePet
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Dear damia,
Don't really know you, won't profess to, and will try not to pick up a gavel
and pound you about the head with judgements. i must say though, if i am
to believe that you never had an inkling of his pride and predjudice before
batting your eyes and committing to the big "i do", then i must believe he
had just a tad bit more of a heaping helping of vanilla white wedding cake
frosting then he could handle. "Poof", he's a racist, hmmmmmm, probably
ate all those pretty little flowers and borders too, solidifying his new found
distain for every color in the crayon box. Some boys just never learn how
to play nice with others, we all know at least one, and yes, we have more
than likely laughed along with their cruelty at some weakened moment of
our own resolve. Probably more than once, probably because if we are
honest with ourselves, we all, to some extent, feel it and do it at some point
in our day to day as we skip merrily along hugging and kissing all those who
are so fortunate to cross the threshold of our little, all accepting, perfect ways.
Cultures clash, traditions travail, and we don't always love the skin they're in,
sometimes holding the entirety of their populace hostage to a moments ugly
frustration. We do it, they do it, i do it, you do it, no matter how hard we try
to be a loving, all encumbering, all accepting addition to the human race. Some
of us however, resist slipping a ring on the finger of one whom obviously harbors
more than their fair share of insensitive and unkind flaws and faux pauxs toward
their fellow human beings. "Can't we all just get along?" Frankly, no, we can't,
otherwise the world would not be in the state of disarray it is, has been, and
most likely always will be. The problem won't be solved here, and yours most
likely won't be either. He is what he is, more than likely has been for quite some
time, for whatever reasons he possesses to be such. More than likely, his
children will grow up to marry who they damn well please, gifting him with a
potpourri of grandchildren who'll contain a mixture of this glorious little globe
of ours. Kings and kingdoms fall, commoners infiltrate and marry royalty,
and the world goes round. You my dear, as upset and insulted as you portray
yourself, face quite the predicament. Stay with a man you profess to love,
cringing each moment he spews his distain, forever captive of a tissue issue,
slip quickly out of the dungeon after creating an extreme makeover of that
bridal gown, perhaps dyed black, long, thigh high slit up the side, or hope
and pray that with love, communication and example, you can mellow the
fellow just a bit to make existing at his side a less painful application of
devotion than you offer your audience at the misery matinee. Ultimately,
it is you, not we, whom will serve and obey, till death do you part, though
you seem to be dying a little inside already, due to a tyrants ugly tantrums.
i wish you well Dear damia, even if i can't solve your woes, even with a wish.
With Love and Respect,
(the vanilla, white bread, honky, cracker,
gringo, casper boy that i am)
chia* (the pet)
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Love is a many splendid sting.
You can stick me in the corner, but I'll probably just end up coloring on the walls.
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