Her: How are you?
Me: Terrible.
Her: Just the way you like it!
In what possible universe do you translate "terrible" as "just the way you like it"? I am a grieving widower, and a depressive, and I'm *surrounded* by people who can, when I say I'm terrible, say "just the way you like it!"
I wish I were dead ...
I think I have mentioned that someone opined that the reason that I am here in Port Alberni, undergoing all this grief, and being open, and honest, and vulnerable, about it, is to encourage the congregants of the churches of Port Alberni to be more open, and honest, and vulnerable. If so, I am signally failing in fulfilling God's purpose in having me here.
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