The Rich Witch

  As I see myself scurry to get stuff done while they’re gone, I see how much power I let them have over me - not necessarily because they’re trying to exert it but because I allow it. I feel “free” when I’m alone and dampened when in the presence of others. I tell myself it depends on the others - that I can be free with the right people. That isn’t false, but it’s another way of letting myself be controlled by others - “If you won’t let me be myself, I’m not free around you.” That gives them all the power You told me You were in a Hell of your own making before you found Jesus You believe people who don’t believe are damned to hell You believe the only thing that makes sense is to understand who he was why he was here and what he did for us I believe in pro choice I believe this version of Christianity is the antithesis of pro choice, believing there is only one way I believe that this version of Christianity is a spell and it is not what Jesus taught You believe that “witchcraft...

 The part of me that loves the experience of drinking wine and beer for the flavor profiles and pairings The part of me that hasn't really enjoyed the flavors of beer and wine like I used to for a long time - do I have nerve damage in my tongue? Have I not had good beer/wine in years? Have I not been in the right atmosphere to really enjoy it like I used to? The part of me that actually prefers to drink alone The part of me that fully recognizes I don't feel well the day after drinking - usually from dehydration The part of me that feels my liver feel upset after I've been drinking The part of me that has a high tolerance for drinking because of regular drinking which does mean 1, I don't typically get drunk (good) 2, I still drink quite a bit when I drink (not great), and 3, I still get pretty dehydrated after drinking (not good) The part of me that wonders if I'm an alcoholic The part of me that contrasts my behavior to known alcoholics The part of me that compare...

The part of me that dissociates when my parents are having an inane fight that is actually just my stepdad hitting his extremely low tolerance of things not being exactly as he wants them to be The part of me that feels haunted when I’m being nearly chased around the house with constant criticisms on what I’m doing wrong and how I’m fucking up their very measured existence. For example, filling an ice cube tray and having my mom watch over my shoulder to make sure I’m doing it right or leaving the bathroom fan on to clear out the smell after I shit and having my mom run behind me to turn it off not to waste electricity The part of me that enjoys playing games with my mom, getting a little competitive and talking a little shit in fun The part of me that hates playing games with my mom because when things don’t go exactly her way she starts blaming the game, me, the cards, the whatever The part of me that still experiences satisfaction when either of them want to spend time with me The p...