Things that the man who loves me knows:

That bear, Minime and all my bookbabies are real angels assigned to me...and my godly brethren will torment to the brink any who come at my actually quite Pollyanna-esque ass ...because I'm actually a fucking sweetheart, have been through enough insanity to justify being a much worse human than I ever choose to be...and that I really just want every fucking one of us to make it 'home' to the specs we came here on, without coming back unless we want to, respectively.

... and that I'd kill whole bunches of malevolent folks just so the brunt of us can fn get on with it. If it wouldn't make me miss my mark for portaling in to this bitch this time.