When the darkness comes

Dear Frank One morning, we didn’t have our usual call. You called later that day, struggling to share something with me. I listened, taking it all in. You told me you dropped your boys planning for it to be the last time. You were going to end your life that day. Your mother managed to…

The Art Of Psychology … I Was Not A Total Prick!

Dear Ruby There are no better words to describe me, than to call me a cunt… dick… an obnoxious prick. I think I deserve a 10/10 for my display of ‘affection’ towards you for when we first met.