When they ask what it was that led me to it...
When they are trying to discern just what it was pushed me over the edge...
When they are wondering why any once sane woman would wrend the clothes from her body and run screaming through the streets... (and um, hello, Ms. Year of Pie , this is SO not a good look for you)
When they try to fathom how a mother of three comes to spend her last dime to have a frozen margarita machine installed below her table where she now crouches, rocking to and fro in the dark, muttering "Come October" over and over again...
You just show them this, okay?
Thank you.
The End.
