What if these people orchestrated the shooting because enough crime wasn’t happen?
Things happened that forever destroyed my peace and forced me to sell my first home where my baby son grew into this perfect little boy, and I live so close to my childhood friends and big sister that we can hang out every weekend. It involves levels of power and corruption over a domestic dispute that itself should not exist. It screams to the quietly normalized increased authoritarianism at home. I don’t think anyone cares about myself or my family in the situation. And we live in constant fear of danger of the next escalation. We exist under duress. We are just in it.
At least it’s a good story! A quick bite of real life and gossip for your enjoyment. There’s even a murder
