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I have heard about your time in Viet Nam, operating on wounded soldiers. About your hearing loss due to the bombs. About your then husbands abuse that left your unborn child dead. Your feelings of worthlessness. And you're angry, and you should be - it wasn't fair. Now when I feel irritated because your TV is so loud, I try to remember all of this - I remember my dark times too - so tonight I close my door against the noise, and let you be.
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Oct 18, 2020
Oct 18, 2020 at 5:32 PM UTC
To My New Housemate
I have heard about your time in Viet Nam, operating on wounded soldiers. About your hearing loss due to the bombs. About your then husbands abuse that left your unborn child dead. Your feelings of worthlessness. And you're angry, and you should be - it wasn't fair. Now when I feel irritated because your TV is so loud, I try to remember all of this - I remember my dark times too - so tonight I close my door against the noise, and let you be.
I am in an assisted living household
anne-curtin
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Oct 18, 2020
Oct 18, 2020 at 5:32 PM UTC
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