Written some time in 2024.
A random statistic I heard, one in seven Australian women will have breast cancer. Yes, even within the small circle I move in, I've known a number. In spite of much better treatments and results now, it is still a hell on earth treatment. And I complain about a three centimetre incision.
Unrelated:
Hey mate, how was your night?
Not great man. Things weren't good at home. I fucked up and gave the missus a rough time.
What, you gave her a slap?
Yeah, a bit more than a slap.
Maaaate, you can't be doing that. You've got to get some self control.
Yeah, I know, but she deliberately pushes my buttons and then starts nagging. I have a couple of beers and I get so angry. She really provokes me, like she does it deliberately.
Maaaayyyte, you are fucked in the head. You need to talk to someone, a professional, or at least one of those help lines.
Yeah, I know. I hate myself for it, but I just can't help it.
Rinse and repeat, and in which country in the world does this not happen in some form.
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My cousin's daughter over there in NSW has been hospitalised several times after beatings by her drug addled boyfriend. He now has her hooked so she doesn't have the willpower to escape that treadmill of drugs and abuse.
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