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"I don't feel like it," she pulls the blanket over her head. "Come on baby it is 4:30 pm." "LEAVE ME ALONE!" I walked away. As I walked passed the bathroom, I noticed a bottle full of pills on the sink. Don't recall seeing that before. My cell phone rings. I don't recognize the number. Yet I answer anyway, "________ it's been a while. I just moved back into town. I want to catch up." "Wow, man it has been a while Joshua." Joshua and I talk for about twenty minutes as I drive to meet him. Joshua's a friend from my childhood. We used to do so much together. "When people talk about being around someone and giving your life to them. I think you have to save some for yourself. I thought about what I heard once, as well as, what I lived through. When you hang around one person and only that person all the time you eventually get tired of being around them. You go through that honey moon stage, all is great. Y

You might be going through something. Is God testing your faith? Prequel: How many people have lost their jobs because they were too focused on something happening in their personal life?  How many of us have wasted good times...trying to manipulate instead of influencing good things, and or letting go.    He's gone from making $4,000 a week to $2,200 a month. He got lucky to get hired back at the same company he got fired from.-"They say God has a sense of humor." He is at the lowest position of the Morningside Investment company, the mail room. ______________________________________________________________________________ "Irby, gonnah be your supervisor today," Mrs. Stephenson explained as I entered the building. She's trying to fire me again. Or it could be she's testing me. Either reason, I need this job. Job huh; spelled the same way as Job from the Bible (Holy Library). God allowed satan to tests job to find out how much Job was faithful t

"I don't feel good," "What's wrong?" I turn and look at her. Her face is totally white. She has the most horrific expression on her face. Then she hunches over, plaing her arms on her stomach. "I need a hospital," she mutters; barely, getting her words out. This is all my fault. Britney poisoned her. That's gotta be it. But how do I prove it? My phone rings. I look at the screen. It's my sponsor. He always calls at the worst time. It's 8:30 pm. I should be in bed by now. Tomorrow is day 2 at work. If I work hard enough I might be able to get back my old job. 10:30 pm we're at Memorial Hospital emergency room. She's lying in a fetal position using the floor, resting her head in my lap. "Carmel Lita," the emergency room nurse looks ragged. Carmelita giggles a bit at her name being mispronounced. Then she stands up quickly; almost as if she's not even sick. No that can't be possible. It's just my se

Many weeks ago I was convinced that Carmelita didn't want me anymore. I went to the Coral restaurant. Was lucky enough at the time to have a one night stand with the waitress. Now, I took Carmelita to the Coral restuarant. Damn, I totally forgot about the waitress. click here for that "Hey," Britney, the object of what made me love Carmelita more, greeted us. My mind totally took it there: Britney says, "Good to see you again." "Just what the hell do you mean?!" Carmelita begins to snap. "OH THIS MUST BE THE OTHER WOMAN." "I'M HIS WOMAN, BITCH!" Carmelita aggressively lunges forward and slaps Britney. I take pleasure in being so wanted. Back to reality, "Hey," Carmelita responds. "Can I get ya'll drinks?" "Yes, we'll have a couple diet cokes." "Okay. Sure thing." Then Britney starts telling us about tonight's special dinner. It's like she had never met me befo