Boss Witch

Please stop being yourself, your personality is atrocious

Fine, you're angry. But I don't care if you pray mad, stay mad, and die mad. That's your choice. Or you could choose to be different.... How this turns out is up to you.

I’ve made a terrible mistake,” Clem told Ethel, two days later. “Did it involve three longshoremen and a bottle of Scotch?” the older witch asked. Clem blinked. “What? No.” “Yes! My record holds.

Most of her stepmothers had been more like the ones from the worst fairy tales. It figured that Barnabas had snagged someone genuinely nice this time, who might be wrecked when he cheated. Clem would never understand why he bothered getting married when his inclinations were so clearly polyamorous, but she suspected he wouldn’t enjoy sharing his partner with other people; he just wanted to get more than he gave. Maybe that was even part of the fun.

Clem had her own conflicted feelings about monogamy, but she did know one couldn't simply decide fidelity was for chumps without having a conversation with their partner first. If a relationship stopped meeting someone's needs, they should end it if a new normal couldn't be negotiated.

I was a real son of a bitch, and I'll die knowing that I was, but I do my best not to be anymore. It's all we can do.