(by Nich Hance)
“Dear God,
Thank you for the salty pig meat we are about to eat, along with the rest indigestible swill. And thank you for our new charade of a family. My father ran away when I was only six, and if I’d had known any better, I would’ve joined him. And also because she’s been trying to get back into this house ever since she lost it, Lord, a big thank you for blinding the asshole that’s doing my mother, so that he can’t see what everybody knows: she doesn’t really love him.
Amen.”
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| — | Tate, AHS (via newbeginningswithbetterendings) |




