May 7, 2013
I'm divorcing my sister. I can do it. I have divorced two husbands already. There is such a thing as mind training. When the mind goes into that poor me sadness, it's like a tongue revisiting the chipped tooth. Refocus. You've already been there. No need to think about it more. Write your 100 words and be done with it. Or, write it again tomorrow. But only indulge with the 100 words. It's over. It was fun to pretend that there was a relationship, like when we'd shop together and I'd play her small slave, little sister. Shopping, her forte!