The Bloody Doors Off

Now is the time for difficult questions, and conversations.

I took a nap earlier, and awoke to these questions swirling in my brain.

You know what? I can’t write this post. Not right now.

I was going to ask whether, a la Reddit, AITA for even considering having this monologue. For weighing the prohibitive financial cost, and time, and stress, against the argument to keep fighting.

Doesn’t matter the answer; in my heart, I feel I am.

I’m also beginning to suspect it’s the right thing to do.

And if that doesn’t make me an asshole, I don’t know what does.