My boy doesn’t like storms, and it stormed all day today. It stormed this morning before we woke up, and a branch from the tree my neighbor warned me about fell through the roof of her pergola. It absolutely destroyed me. I cried for half an hour. I couldn’t even bring myself to go over there. Billy went for me. And they didn’t even want to fix the pergola. Apparently it was already broken. I am relieved, but a little broken. I didn’t like the way she rubbed it in my face for no reason. I literally hated myself to the point of self destruction. She doesn’t know me, she wouldn’t understand, and I wouldn’t even try to explain it. But I’m glad now all we have to do is find the money to trim our trees. And take down a dead one. That’s cheaper than doing that AND repairing damage to my neighbor’s property. Even if they did lay shame on me for no reason.
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