Carl Jung on the Psychology of People Who Cut off Family and the D.G. Kaye Experience

I’ve been listening a lot lately to some of the works and essays of Carl Jung. Recently, I was listening to his thoughts on people who choose to cut off family for the betterment of their health, and because this is something that happened to me, I found it resonated well. For those of you who’ve read some of my earlier books on growing up with a narcissistic mother and emotional abuse, you may appreciate why this resonated with me.

If someone hasn’t worn the shoes of living stuck in a toxic environment and finally finding the courage to exit, they shouldn’t judge others. Jung says, “It is not weakness, but strength that helps us leave a toxic relationship.” Many choose to blame the person who exits a relationship without understanding the daily hell that person lives through being emotionally battered.

The fixer, the golden child, the blacksheep, whichever noun chosen, is a common target of the narcissistic mother. Family doesn’t always know us, we are who they need us to be, sometimes with no understanding of who we really are. Cutting out family is typically not impulsive, as Jung says, “It’s death by a thousand cuts.” After what can be a lifetime of hurt, after clarity strikes for the final time, I finally chose self and sanity. I love that Jung quotes this as, “Chosen bonds are stronger than biological accidents, the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.”

Guilt operates on many levels – surface guilt, suffering in silence. And I can say that it stays quietly, despite the need for that separation. Staying in toxic situations doesn’t only hurt us, it carries down to next generation. Walking away is healing despite how it seems to outsiders. The world doesn’t understand self-preservation until our own is attacked. We are taught family comes first always. Society tell us to forgive and endure. But why should we stay in abuse when those who are supposed to protect us are our abusers?

Family estrangement is a choice to end a connection. It is pain that has reached the point of the last straw that fell, which finally invites the awakening. When you grow up mostly walking on eggshells, you learn young how to read a room, leaving us questionning why the people who are supposed to love us the most, hurt us most.

Some relationships will not move no matter what is done. After all the discussions, words of forgiveness, and many unfulfilled promises by the abuser, we learn we can’t change a sick person single handedly. We are not the fixers. It’s time to go. When the result is the same every time we try to make things better, the balance is off and the cycle repeats. But once we leave, the weight lifts, but don’t be fooled because the grief remains for what we no longer have – or sometimes, never had.

Judgments come. People who know nothing about emotional abuse preach how we only get one family, telling us we must go back. But what if you feel you aren’t part of or never felt like part of that family? Leaving is a painful choice, but less painful in the long run as we rebuild our lives and take care of ourselves.

Family isn’t always blood. Family are the people who stand by us through good times and bad. They offer their ears and compassion. But sometimes they don’t. Good relationships have love and care and concern. This goes for both – blood relationships and no blood relationship.Blacksheep often become happier and healthier when removing themselves from toxic environments and people. I know I surely did. There is no rule stating because we are blood we are condemned to taking abuse from someone for the rest of our life. The choice is ours, and ours alone. The heart and soul know when capacity has been reached from hurt. No other person can gauge that for us, and also has no right to judge.

Cutting contact isn’t necessarily about hating someone, it’s about self-preservation. Also, you can still love someone and not be in their presence. Sometimes we have to prune the family tree to either, stunt the growth of rot, or to give it a new life to grow stronger new branches.

It takes more strength to leave than stay. The estrangement road to healing can be a long road, but the healing price that overcomes us is worth the price of the journey. When you can look back on your life and see growth instead of continuing to minimize ourselves to fit in or appease, that’s peace.

The family curse ends when it’s cut off and when self-love begins, with the courage to walk away. I chose healing over pretense and hurt. Hurting people on purpose isn’t an accident, it’s a conscious decision. And blood or no blood, NOBODY should have to stick around it and endure – not a child, a spouse or even a stranger should have to put up with anybody’s verbal abuse – whether it’s from a parent or anyone else! So thank you Carl Jung for understanding this from the victim’s point of view instead of condemning.

Have you ever had to finally walk away from a toxic relationship or environment?

©DGKaye2026

Smorgasbord Blog Magazine – Guest Post – Who has influenced you the most in your life? #BestFriend by D.G. Kaye | Smorgasbord Blog Magazine

I was recently featured at Sally Cronin’s Smorgasbord Blog in her series – Who has influenced you the most in your life? Today I’m sharing the person who introduced me to many things in life – especially love, my best friend of forty-six years, Sanja, who I lost last summer to the dreaded cancer.

This series is about the person you feel has had the most influence on your life and has shaped the person you are today, and what you have achieved. That might be in reaching personal goals or to do with your career.

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I didn’t have to think too long about who I’d choose for this important person who opened my world to life, living, friendship; and the first person in my life who showed me unconditional love – my soul sister and best friend for forty-six years, my Sanja.

There was a me always inside me that I kept hidden from my family while growing up. I observed everything I saw and heard, didn’t dare question anything, and was never invited to share my thoughts, dreams, or aspirations while growing up. Nobody asked, and so, I never felt the comfort to share.

‘I love you,’ were unfamiliar and uncomfortable words for me while growing up. I mostly lived in my head, documented my feelings, and my sanctity was music. For an outgoing personality, I always felt stifled by all my thoughts and dreams; I felt uncomfortable sharing with anyone in my family circle. My circle was small. I grew up solely around liberal Jewish people and community – including school, and a predominantly Jewish high school. I always felt out of place, feeling though I didn’t really connect with anyone and always looked forward to just coming home from school and playing music and living in my imagination. I had no exposure to other cultures, save for the interesting and sometimes savory characters my mother brought round to our home from her extra curricular activities – mostly gambling.

My marks were always high in school, despite me being a last -minute studier for a test – I always did and do my best work under pressure. I was closest with my father, and my Aunty Sherry, my mother’s sister. Yet, I was still hesitant to share what went on in my head with anyone. My mother was rather intimidating to speak with, mostly because all four of us kids learned young, how to dance around my mother’s moods and angry outbursts. My father used to warn us – “Lookout today kids, your mother is on the warpath again.”

It wasn’t until my parents finally divorced when I was almost seventeen that my father sold the family home. My aunt was the rental agent in a very sought after building complex that had wait lists two years long to get into. My father and my aunt knew well of the turbulent childhood I endured under the rule of my mother and miraculously came up with the great idea to set me free on my own and put the onus back on my mother to take care of her other three children. The deal was sealed when my aunt got me my own apartment, lease signed and rent paid for the first two years by my father as I learned to stand alone on my own. I was elated to break free from the chains of emotional domination by my mother and eager to live my own life at only a few months before my nineteenth birthday.

My aunt also got me a part-time receptionist job right in my building in the gym and recreation center. That is where and when my life opened and began.

Most Saturdays were quiet at the gym. Sanja would sit in her lifeguard office up at the pool as I’d sit at reception, often bored, and we began calling one another to gab to pass the empty hours. Within weeks our lives became intertwined forever – until forever was cut short last August when she was unjustly taken from this world.

Sanja was unlike anyone I’d ever known. She was originally born in then Yugoslavia, a free spirit who exuded joy and happiness no matter the occasion. Sanja lit up a room wherever she walked in. From the day I met her there was a light in her that became the light that guided me through my own life and learning. I wasn’t realizing it at the time, but that girl was a beacon gifted to me. A beacon who led me through life – all the good and the bad she was there for, and I was always learning from her. She brought me into her world of people, friendships, and love. And I learned a lot about how real families interact. None in my new circles, except one, were of the Jewish faith in my ever-growing circle of friends, and eventually, my Catholic friend Marg married the only other of our friends who was Jewish. My circle grew, making more friends with many cultures who’d emigrated from other countries. There was love, friendships, conversations, and much I’d learned as the sheltered girl who joined this circle of life.

Sanja taught me many things in life without realizing she was teaching me, and it all felt good and albeit, a little strange at first when my growing social life was first evolving. But the most important thing I learned from her was unconditional love. I had never known unconditional love, never knew it existed. Growing up around my parents’ fighting and my mother’s rule, I was always trying to be the peacekeeper, yet, not feeling liberated to say what I felt because I was insecure about how my feelings would be taken, with an outburst from my mother or a threat for speaking my feelings. I never realized while living at home how much I craved being loved and listened to without reprimanding, until I learned it existed.

When Sanja would hug me if something wasn’t going well, or if something happened to me, which somehow often did, she’d kiss me and hug me and told me the words – I love you. It felt strange at first, but as time went by and we became best friends and sisters for the rest of our days together, I felt like she was the mother I never had, and the big sister I never had – even though she was five months younger than me. She was my guiding light, my twin-flame, sister, and soulmate. And I’m glad she knew how much she meant to me. She is the other hole in my heart that sits beside the hole from my beloved husband.

Sanja

Like a first true love, I learned from my best friend what love meant.

©DGKayewriter.com2026

Originally posted at: Smorgasbord Blog Magazine – Guest Post – Who has influenced you the most in your life? #BestFriend by D.G. Kaye | Smorgasbord Blog Magazine

Sunday Book Review – The Mother-In-Law by Sally Hepworth #womensfiction #domesticthriller

Welcome to my Sunday Book Review. Today I’m reviewing The Mother-In-Law by Sally Hepworth. I previously enjoyed another book by this author, and this book didn’t disappoint either. A good story with both perspectives – reflections from a mother-in-law and a daughter-in-law – and a bit of mystery about whether this mother-in-law died of suicide or homicide.

Another good read from Hepworth. This intriguing story is told from the perspectives of mother-in-law, Diana, and daughter-in-law, Lucy, told in both past and present. Lucy takes us back to when she married Ollie and how she felt about his mother pre and after the wedding, while chapters from Diana give us more insight as to the complexity of this straight forward, no nonsense mother-in-law. We’ll learn the family dynamics (and secrets) through this story and after it’s discovered that Diana is dead, the mystery begins to heat up. Was it from cancer, natural causes, suicide, or was it murder? Things aren’t adding up, and even better, it comes out that Diana has changed her will in the not so distant past and decided to leave her estate and all her many dollars to her foundation instead of her two loving children – who could both really use the money. What’s up with this? The timing couldn’t be worse with Ollie’s business going bankrupt and his sister Nettie’s life falling apart. You will want to continue reading because enquiring minds love to know.

We’ll learn a lot more about the enigma of Diana throughout the book – why she was the way she was. Even though I don’t find her particularly likeable, through story I can understand and appreciate why she became the way she was – stand-off-ish, somewhat cold, almost regimented, yet we can sense there is a good heart and compassion somewhere in the woman.

As the story continues through the two women – back and forth in past and present for each chapter, we get to know these two women well. We get to watch how Lucy learns to hold her own around Diana, even speak her mind when Diana disobeys Lucy’s rules when babysitting her kids. And of course, what else keeps us reading is to discover what exactly happened to Diana despite suspicions and accusations.

Flawed personalities, domineering MIL, family hangups, lots of twists, and assorted reasons for having us wondering – did Diana die by suicide or was there more to her death? Does silence make someone complicit? This book will keep us wondering until well into last few chapters.

©DGKaye2026

Sunday Book Review – Holding Hands by Stevie Turner #newrelease #womensfiction

Welcome back to my Sunday Book Reviews. I got to read a few books while on vacation, not as many as I’d hoped because I was busy socializing. So I’ll begin today with Stevie Turner’s new release – Holding Hands. This a sweet story about aging and a little romance, with a little too much going on to disrupt Tom’s pursuit of Ellen.

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Elderly widower Tom Hopkins is lonely. In-between going to Bingo, taking bus rides for the sake of it to look around shops, and trying line dancing for beginners, he often spends his time doing voluntary work as a hand-holder in the Ophthalmology Department of his local hospital where nervous people arrive to undergo injections for the eye condition ‘wet age-related macular degeneration’
Ellen Wilkinson, also widowed, is a patient in the clinic. She soon makes a friend of Tom after they meet by chance in the hospital’s café. Unbeknown to Tom, Ellen is a wealthy woman and has not yet made a will. Her son Bob is against the friendship, and tries his best to stop the burgeoning relationship between his mother and Tom.


When Bob finds out that a wedding might be on the cards, he is sure Tom is a gold-digger and is determined to stop the marriage once and for all. Ellen and Tom, however, have other ideas, but are unprepared for the lengths Bob will go in order to scupper their plans.


Shortlisted for the 2025 Page Turner Golden Author/Writer/Screenwriter Award and the Phoenix Award.
“The voice of Tom rings loud and clear, bringing his character and those he encounters to life. The minute observations are spot on and are often qualified by the kind of sharp, erudite comments that reflect his advanced years. Excellent writing.” – Judge Stewart Carry

Holding Hands is a wonderfully touching story taking in the perspective of aging seniors. Tom, a widower living in a senior home is taking in life as much as he can, despite the drawbacks of aging and him missing his departed wife, Jean.

Tom seems a spunky man, despite his nearing 90 years old. Tom keeps himself busy by volunteering at an eye clinic as a hand-holder for incoming patients as they are getting eye injections for their degenerative eye disease. He has his routines and still takes the bus, and shares a lot of himself with us about his love for his Jean, as he visits her grave daily and enjoys chats with her. One day in the clinic cafeteria, he meets elderly Ellen, then holds her hand during her treatment. The two strike up a friendship, and we get to understand his feelings when he talks to his beloved wife. Despite him living alone and finding happiness among other people, Tom can’t help but feel a bit guilty having any interest in any other woman because he doesn’t want to betray the love he felt for his wife. But Tom’s loneliness makes him curious to learn more about Ellen, as company is a rare thing for him.

As their friendship builds, there’s a bully in town, ‘Bastard Bob’, as Tom likes to refer to Ellen’s overbearing son who’d rather she be alone and isolated than to have any social life. As their friendship grows, Tom and Ellen come up with some shenanigans to be able to spend time together, making many efforts to dodge Bob at any opportunity. This is when the book heats up with ‘their plan’. Will they pull it off? You’ll have to read to find out.

©DGKaye2026

Sunday Book Review – Cat Thief: A Collection of Short Stories by Lynette Creswell

Welcome to my Sunday Book Review. Today I’m reviewing an entertaining book by Lynette Creswell – Cat Thief. This book is a delightful read having seven mixed genre of stories – some that touch, others dark-humored .

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The new collection is diverse, dark-humoured, and deliciously bite-sized. A compelling collection of 7 thought-provoking and humorous short stories to keep the reader reading long into the night. You’ll find some of the stories have been previously published in magazines and anthologies. The collection is engaging, the characters linger in your mind and are the perfect companion for any fiction lover. 1. Cat Thief: When a witch’s love potion goes wrong, she doesn’t want to put it right. But why? 2. Forty Years Too Late: We all keep secrets from loved ones but sometimes skeletons don’t lay hidden forever. 3. Seventeen Pound and Thirty-Four Pence: An act of kindness from the last person you expected. 4. Lonely-Hearts: Love hits when you least expect it. 5. Glimpse into the Future: A young Romany gypsy has foresight. After dreaming the murder of a young woman, can Rosa decipher the clues in time to save her life? 6. Close Call: A duty firefighter is called to a house to coax a jumper off a roof. 7. Orange Truffle Surprise: Revenge is a dish best served cold. Especially when your husband is caught having an affair.

This short story book of seven enjoyable stories fill the bill for a sneaky escape read. The first story, The Cat Thief, grabbed my attention right away. Evie is hired to make a love potion – gone wrong. But all is not lost because it serendipituously worked well on someone else. Accidentally!

Forty Years Too Late will remind us that big lies and secrets over the years – eventually become too big to keep.

Seventeen Pound and Thirty-Four Pence is a heartfelt story about a cat hit by a car, the owner who couldn’t afford the vet bill, and the most unexpected act of kindness from one who has less.

Lonely Hearts reminds that despite our determination to meet a significant other in life, sometimes, life has other plans for us.

Glimpse into the Future, Rosa is a Romany and seems to have visions of events before happening. Her recurring dreams of a girl being murdered, in clear details, turns out to be more than just a dream. Rosa tries to save the girl before the murder happens.

In Close Call, a firefighter gets on the ledge in hopes of saving one very unusual jumper.

Orange Truffle is a cleverly told story about one vengeful, betrayed wife.

All these stories were fun and quick reads, offering a variety of emotions from humorous to heartfelt.

©DGKaye2026

Sunday Book Review – Emotional Truths of Relationships by Balroop Singh

Welcome to my last Sunday Book Review of the year. Today I’m reviewing a perfect book to end the year with – Emotional truths of Relationships by Balroop Singh.

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Can we stop the flow and speed of emotions? Can we learn from their radiance, their cheerful bounce, their twists and twirls? This book unravels their depth and resilience in handling the stormy weather, which is knitted into the fabric of all our relationships.We look around and feel – ‘Nothing is perfect’… dreams get shattered, hopes are belied, aspirations delude and the opportunities elude us. The clouds have the power to conceal the sunshine and our radiance fails to ignite positive thoughts.This book will guide you how you can keep pace with embellishing your thoughts and channelize your emotions, which can be trained to veer into a positive direction.

Singh takes us on a journey of beautiful reminders of the waves of various emotions we all carry and/or exude. I would say that her words are like an elixir, like a prescription for the mind.

Emotions vary depending on what we are feeling. But this author takes us through various scenarious where emotions are exuded, and she digs into what provokes and why. From jealousy to happiness, the author breaks down the cause and effect of emotions, guiding readers how to move forward with them to help create positive outcomes when dealing with emotional moments in relationships.

Singh also uses quotes and philosphies woven in along with her own words, making this book a good one to help to work with self. She talks about various relationships – from childhood to adulthood, from children to parents, teaching us how to handle our emotions to move slower and absorb to help eliminate getting emotionally charged up in situations. She calls this the ’emotional quotient’ – a better ability to get a grip on our emotions. We’ll learn how to: perceive, process, assimilate, and manage our emotions. Singh also talks about children and how they observe surroundings and how to grow them more resilient by giving them an emotionally well developed childhood.

Hurt, anger, love, hate, are just some of the many emotions humans contend with in life. And in this book, we can learn how to calm and adjust our emotions by practicing what she offers, how to be more positive in our interactions, and express ourselves more freely.

©DGKaye2025

Sunday Book Review – Miracles and Ghosts Past: A #Christmas Collection, by D.L. Finn

Welcome to my Sunday Book Review. Today I’m reviewing D.L. Finn’s latest holiday release – Miracles and Ghosts Past: A Christmas Collection – book 2. Denise’s short stories book has some wonderful heartfelt stories of the season, and always a magical touch of the paranormal woven in – mostly angels.

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Miracles saturate the sweet-scented Christmas season—a reminder we aren’t alone.
Miracles & Ghosts Past: A Christmas Collection brings eight stories from past holidays. Rita buys train tickets for her and Morris’s 30th anniversary in the novelette, “The Christmas Train Mystery.”She’s convinced this trip will bring her and Morris closer—if he can find the time. A murder mystery excursion will change Rita’s life in more ways than one, but will she go with her workaholic husband or by herself? In the first short story, “Christmas Rescue,” Opal trusts the wrong man and loses her mother in the same year, leaving her feeling lost. On a mission to get candles for the dinner table, she makes an unexpected find. “Is There a Santa?” goes back to the 1920s, where a widower is desperate to hold on to his farm and children. He doesn’t want charity, just a bit of luck or a miracle. In the final stories, you’ll meet an eleven-year-old who’s home alone, a family living in the aftermath of war, a girl who gets some shocking news, a widow with a warning from beyond, and a woman trapped on an elevator with Santa. Hope underlies these stories; it endures even in the direst of circumstances. Whether help comes from a ghost, Santa, or an angel, miracles are just within reach.

D.L. Finn has put out another Christmas selection of short stories, sure to keep us engaged with a hint of mystery in her seasonal stories with messages about life, family, good deeds, hope, and the occasional ghost of the past visiting. All these stories are sure to touch on our heart strings, with some also bringing a tender tear to my eyes. Finn’s stories all encompass some kind of hardship or incident, enlightened with sparks of hope threaded through. There are eight stories in this, perfect-for-the-season-book, and I’ll share a few here that stood out for me:

In the first story, The Christmas Train Mystery, poor Rita gets a rude awakening about her marriage and makes some drastic decisions about carrying on with a loveless marriage. As she embarks on her long awaited mystery train tour, Rita learns a lot more about her cunning husband and his diabolical plan for her. But she also gets a heads up from her dead aunt, who turns out to be her guardian angel.

In Christmas Rescue, a heartwarming story about Opal preparing for Christmas Eve, Opal realizes she needs a last minute dash to the grocery story – in a snowstorm, but as the universe makes things happen for reasons, Opal discovers a stranded Chocolate Lab who needs rescuing.

She’s Home Alone, young Debbie is getting ready for Christmas as she awaits her mom to arrive home from work. There’s a terrible winter storm going on and someone may be lurking outside with ill intentions. Debbie’s mom taught her well how to deal with suspicious strangers, and when the police eventually show up, it’s like the miracle of Christmas takes place in Debbie’s home and life.

Another engaging story was Elevator Santa. Imagine meeting someone in the elevator that gets stuck. That’s Mindy’s story, as she was stuck in that elevator with Santa! But Mindy didn’t know it was really Santa, but wanted to believe it was as he helped keep her fear and anxiety at bay. Mindy couldn’t decide if he was a working Santa or quite possibly – really Santa. And that’s what makes this heartfelt story so magical. Santa reminded Mindy of all the goodness in her life, and the happiness that was coming for her. After Mindy is rescued and questions herself about whether or not what took place with Santa was real or not, she realizes angels come in various forms.

I thorughly enjoyed this book and savored every story. If you’re looking to read something seasonal that leaves you with a warm and heartfelt tingle, this book is for you.

©DGKaye2025

Sunday Book Review – A Virtuous Woman: A Novel by Kaye Gibbons

Welcome to my Sunday Book Review. Today I’m reviewing – A Virtuous Woman by Kaye Gibbons. A story about love and grief.

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A “vivid, unsentimental, powerful” portrait of a Southern marriage by the New York Times–bestselling author of Ellen Foster (Publishers Weekly).
 
“She hasn’t been dead four months and I’ve already eaten to the bottom of the deep freeze. I even ate the green peas. Used to I wouldn’t turn my hand over for green peas . . .”
 
Ruby Stokes has died too young and left her husband, Blinking Jack, behind. With alternating entries from each of them, A Virtuous Woman recounts the tale of their years together in an “exquisitely realised piece of writing” (Elizabeth Buchan, The Mail on Sunday).
 
From their very different backgrounds—Ruby a daughter of wealth, Jack a penniless tenant farmer—to their relationships with their landlord and his family, and the strength they drew from each other in the face of hardship, this story of a marriage is “full of fantastically gritty metaphors . . . A book that will change your dreams” (The Observer).

Blinking Jack Stokes and Ruby Pitt Woodrow came from two different backgrounds. Jack was a tenant farmer who never owned anything, and Ruby, from southern gentry, brought up proper, but made her own choices in life. After becoming a widow after a young and brutal marriage, Ruby never turned back and took a job in a wealthy home with the Hoovers.

The story of Jack and Ruby is told through alternating chapters by both. The book begins with Jack telling of Ruby’s death from lung cancer. Jack was twenty years Ruby’s senior. They kind of fell into each other’s lives and formed a strong bond, despite the lack of lustful love. Two lovers with very different backgrounds. Ruby was already a young widow who suffered a brutal relationship with John. Too proud to go back home after her disasterous runaway marriage, she took a job at the wealthy Hoover’s home for work, and that’s where she met Jack. Their deep love and respect for each other is evoked through their stories.

Jack grieves, missing his Ruby, and awaits the time he’s back with her throughout his story in this heartfelt tale of love, determination, and going against the grain for what the heart wants. He waits for Ruby to come visit in his dreams. This is a story of simple love and ultimately, grief.

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As a person who has experienced great loss in my own life, my heart went out to Jack for his undying love for his beloved Ruby.

This phrase Jack says later in the book, so resonated as Jack comments about how he handles his grief:

“Yes, it’s a plenty of ways to stay out from under a woman, stay drunk, stay in front of the television, neither way you don’t think, don’t feel nothing.”

Later on when looking for Jack, a friend discovers him buried in bed wrapped around sheets smelling like lilac dust and asks Jack what that smell is. “You want to know? It’s lilac dusting powder. You want to know what else? I put it all on these sheets last night, thinking she’d like it. I bet you’d have loved to’ve seen me in here sprinkling like a goddamn fool. And you know why? I honest to God believed she was coming back to me.”

©DGKaye2025