I'm a lot less compassionate towards Philip than you are here, maybe because I've spent far too more time with him in my head. Notes on Sunday to give this story some context. Not exactly a fun ride, this one.
Preconditions established but not followed by all parties…oof. “The way he threw her socks across the room stays with me. I loved my wife.” Double oof.
Poor Phillip!
I'm a lot less compassionate towards Philip than you are here, maybe because I've spent far too more time with him in my head. Notes on Sunday to give this story some context. Not exactly a fun ride, this one.
Preconditions established but not followed by all parties…oof. “The way he threw her socks across the room stays with me. I loved my wife.” Double oof.
This story is really dark, and it is about some pretty horrible people, but they're still recognizable. More on all this on Sunday.