The rest of the story...

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On several matters, some updates, and such.

Do mothers really flirt with sons?  Hell yes!  Not with end intent, mind you.  Initially just to pick on us, then to teach and harden us against simple "hussies".  They attempt to battle harden us as they can.  Love really is war.  While doing their various routines, and "shit" testing (real term, look it up), they decide if we are "good enough", do a general ranking, then maybe put a contract out on us.  If for no other reason than that a settled son is a good for her.

I must have passed muster.  I had about seven...opportunities.  None would do.  Two were currently married!  What about practicing Catholic is confusing?  Only one was, technically viable, if only on one of the three major measures.  Those?  Nubile.  Attractive enough and willing to give that first meaning.  Then, being able and willing to be wed in the Catholic church.  Impossible you say?  Cool, I say.  I don't expect to find a wife.

I am good with that.  My mother, at least one other indirect player, and a pasle of dames are rather... put out.  Women join, then go to foodwarfare.  If I am correct, this has been happening for a while.  That is over.  I am getting much better, if still recovering.  No food from outside, and I am even changing how I shop.  Paranoia?  We've been over this.  Piss off with pseudo pop-psych.  I'll do what is plainly, obviously, good for me.  No mom-food in two weeks, and even w/o antib's my legs are water free and new and old wounds are nearly healed.  After those wounds wouldn't heal for, what, six months.  Coincidence?  If so, no matter.  The world is changing.

Mothers, women, the sisterhood... enrage it you'd best be ready to cut them off, out, and excise the whole lot as needed.  You will always be on that groups short list, and that may well follow wherever.  I suppose I may be forced into the he-man women-haters protection system.  Not seeing much loss if those seven women is all left for me, well that and being fed to death and mutilation.

Ah, something about the ghosts... somethings...  I used to think the girls didn't see them.  Turns out?  They do.  They just became practiced at ignoring these... things.  Even sounds.  I suppose, while away the ghosts/spirits weren't here.  The girls fell out of practice.  I've caught both of them, several times each, being startled then quickly hiding their reactions and seemingly putting effort into ignoring what was mutually heard and/or seen.  Little scaredy-cat traitors!  At least I finally know.  You need not believe yourself, scaredy-cat.  But for me it is terribly good to finally have some external confirmation I personally trust... at least as to veracity  Little bitch cowards!

I would add much more detail on some of  this, but the ps4 is quite subpar.  Simply it is all I currently have.