the curse

There's not a day that goes by that I'm not plagued by this filth of a person. I know I shouldn't feel this way, but its almost like I have no other option. Everytime I see him I hold back the tears at the horrible stench he gives off. I smile, shake his hand, only to immediately wipe off the sweat and dirt when he turns away. I encourage him in anyway I can, but he continually drinks and swears at anyone who reminds him of his upbringing. I'm sort of at a lost at times. I have no problems with homosexuals, but his "joking" taunts towards me makes me very uncomfortable. I can't escape the thought that he is always watching me when I leave his place...starring at me. The anger in me wants to lash out at his own hatred for life. Being impotent, made evident from his past marriage, led him to his new sickening lifestyle and his greed is a result of his reliance on welfare.
If anyone can tell me how I can treat Toby with kindness rather than pure abhorrence, let me know.




post script: I LOVE MY WIFE!!!