The sandwich was the last straw for me. I’d been holding so much in. Listen, when I tell you there had been one thing after another trying my mental, it would be an understatement. I was taking hit after hit, everything from my personal life to my professional life. The character development that I went through the past six months has been wild, to say the least.
So, to get back to the sandwich…there was this day where LITERALLY it felt like nothing could go right. I picked up a sandwich on my way home, in reflection of life. I get home, my lady is in the kitchen, and I go to the bedroom to change into something comfortable. My phone starts ringing. I look down and instantly my heart drops. Never has this man called to give me any type of good news. It doesn’t matter what, it doesn’t matter who. That call left me trying to gasp for air. I was DISTRESSED. I take a second, get my shit together and walk back out. I told my girl what happened, she’s already seen me struggling so much, told me it’s going to be ok, and says let’s eat and that I’m strong and everything is coming together. All this is leading to something amazing. Took all of me not to roll my eyes. We sit down to eat…and instantly I realize, they fucked up my order.
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