WE BOUGHT A HORSE

today was a good day

Years ago a loyal reader helped me get a job.

She is great.

The job was great

The two main boss men?

Well,

To describe them as ‘men’ is being generous.

The title doughy, gormless coward does not show up in any pronoun chart, but these motherfuckers should come with a warning label of some sort.

When I got the job, I wanted to buy my daughter a horse.

My reader knew this and figured that this job might be just the ticket to get us there as a family.

The job was enough to cover a partial lease.

Then I got fired.

Being fired from the job?

Well.

That nearly broke me.

It, as well as the ADHD diagnosis sent me into a tailspin that I’m still recovering from

The recovery period has been almost two years. It’s nearly killed me.

Nearly.

Instead?

It tore up our finances and sapped the tiny bit of confidence that I had.

I’m glad it happened.

I’m glad I got fired.

I hate men who are cowards. Toxic masculinity isn’t toxic.

Cowardly men are.

I digress.

The financial butchering made it such that we had to sell the inco…