“So YOU are leaving ME!!!!
HA!
…No man will want you.
you were lucky too have me!
you will never manage without me
you are 32… what can you show for it?
…too arty-farty
too emotional
too soft…
…you cry at sad commercials
you sing for no reason
you feed stray animals
you dance in the rain…
…mentally ill
sick in the head
weak.”
(I traced the wires from the spark plugs back to the box containing the timing system. Then used the standard approach for electrical appliances – hammered a blunt screwdriver through the unit once or twice… Auf Wiedersehen butthead!)*
*wishful thinking