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Meditation 277 ~Virgil Doesn’t Tan Braxton~

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When did books become so expensive? At least they’re not as high as the temp. And my B is way up there… If the Rainbow Bridge is in the clouds. And I wish I was as high as “A Kite” right now. It’s too hot for all this. Virgil Doesn’t Tan Braxton

Friday, April 4, 2025

Meditation 277 ~Virgil Doesn’t Tan Braxton~

Hey, Lady Sophia,
Let me tell you a story… If only I could remember one. Books are too damn high. Like the heat and my…

Uh, Eww! But we’ll get “Ran->Sem: Hakudaku Delmo Tsuma no Miira Tori”… (I think) soon.

Only what else have I been reading/watching? How to take care of pets? Wishful Thinking.

However, Lady Sophia, I am the “King of Wishful Thinking.” “I Think I Can” save Virgil the way I failed to save Braxton. Well, he didn’t die of heatstroke. For Braxton, it was Kidney Failure. And that’s why I’m reading Comfort After Pet Loss Guide by Xydnee James. Four years after my Braxton’s departure. Not that I can tell you a whole lot today. Exhaustion?

Yesterday was too damn hot, and I’m not turning the air on if I can avoid it. But “won’t somebody please think of the children?!” What do you mean? Virgil?

He’s lying here beneath the fan, hopefully not too hot. He’s still as white as a ghost. Innocent, scared, wishing it would snow to match his fur. Like father, like son. Wishful thinking, indeed. Probably that he had a better father… Seriously, Virgil Vivi Bradford.

Speaking of full names, what about M Anime? Madam Anime… I call her that because she had an Ergo Proxy phase a few years back. Anyway, it beats calling her B and V’s stepmom. I was looking at her more risqué pictures. So I’d tell her, “You’re So Damn Hot.”

And what about Cherry? I haven’t even been reading “The Eve of a Cherry.” And I haven’t worked on “Nightmare At The Meat Market.” Thankfully, I’m no Republican burning books.

Even if it feels like my brain is melting. But I have enough time to look up Anna and Riko Ichinose. How many days has it been now? If you’re curious about where I’ve been all morning. As I said, I’ve been watching their episodes and learning the sisters’ histories.

I couldn’t delete their Yabbos off the phone until I was ready to post. I have about 500 pairs of various Yabbos left, Sophia. Where does the time go? And all my money… cooler temps… I’ve been reading the numbers, and none of them are good. It’s like school. JEEZU!

Honestly, I thought high school was Hell, and then there’s all my other sins. Braxton? I won’t be tanning but freezing. Virgil Doesn’t Tan Braxton

1524 Days Without B III, Day 965 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Meditation 274 ~Sanity’s Plan B, Virgil~

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Laughing With God… THEY say God is Love. My Braxton is Love, but he didn’t laugh. He would give me several looks… Virgil looks at me like I’m the Joker. Women… Maybe it’s a good thing my allergies have my eyes all catawampus. Sanity’s Plan B, Virgil.

Tuesday, April 1, 2025

Meditation 274 ~Sanity’s Plan B, Virgil~

Dear Future Wife,
You know that I love you, right? That would make me mad. But we’re all mad here, love. But by how much?

Considering I would trade Faye Valentine, Sawa from Kite, and Alice In Wonderland to have my firstborn son back. My Braxton. There’s living “For the Love of You,” my wife. There’s even the prospect that I could love the “Man In the Mirror” someday. Insanity.

But to be a better man… Someone who could set a good example for our children. I wish I could see it. Seriously! I need to buy some Benadryl or something. Allergies are a pain.

And speaking of pain, it would be a joke to say I’ve let the pain of losing my Braxton abate. I won’t say I’ve turned around, and it’s worsening. And, of course, ACCEPTANCE… No! Never! Because going back to a time before I loved him…

Hell! To go back before I found Virgil. I think I was on the verge… Of disappearing. And how would that have occurred? “I Still Believe” my Ma made a mistake, not using Plan B. But “What Is Love?” A form of insanity. And what’s with all the soundtracks today?

I’m keeping myself from crying over Braxton. I’m still chalking my watery eyes to pollen. And if anything, I want to drown out the laugh tracks today since it’s April Fool’s Day, my love. Though with all the madness going on, I’ve been debating whether love is the biggest joke of them all. “It’s a wicked world that we live in. It’s cruel and unforgiving.” So, to sing “I Believe In A Thing Called Love.”

Like Clarence from The Book of Clarence, not only to believe but to know I will always love my Braxton. All the darkness that I still have. And the knowledge you’re my “Obsession. There’s Braxton. I may love Virgil someday. And even that won’t compare.

What, to us? As I said, there’s darkness or whatever. There’s a reason Faye turns me on, and I want to go all Kite on you… the Uncensored edition. And there’s an Alice In Wonderland outfit in the closet. I love you, always and forever, and your lovely big Yabbos.

Movies, music, and manuscripts. All that your husband loves. SIGH. May I never know sanity. For if I do… To be united with my first love. Sanity’s Plan B, Virgil

1521 Days Without B III, Day 962 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Meditation 270 ~There’ll B Words, Virgil~

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Have you ever been so broke that you have to read your own writing and… “It Stinks!” I could have written a book review for a Skye Warren novel. I never realized how many of her books I bought. And as for selling mine. There’ll B Words, Virgil

Friday, March 28, 2025

Meditation 270 ~There’ll B Words, Virgil~

Hey, Lady Sophia,
Let me tell you a story… I should be writing a book review. But as always, I only have excuses. And Braxton?

Hell! I haven’t even begun talking about my son, and I’ve already cried twice between 5:00 AM and 7:10 AM. So, what has me in tears? I wish I could say my bank account. Ha!

I didn’t get paid this week. But no, Lady Sophia. While I should have been working on my novel “Nightmare At The Meat Market” yesterday. I was busy being broke.

Speaking of books, because you’re my librarian, Sophia. Only your melons… uh, Yabbos aren’t as lovely as Cherry’s. And yes, we’ll get to her. I finished reading Beauty and the Professor by Skye Warren, which I’m sure I read before in another incarnation. Let’s say it’s closer than a reincarnation of my son Braxton to Virgil. Yep, that’s plenty rude.

But I haven’t read any more books on pet reincarnation or communication. Although I ran my message to Braxton through AI. I swear. I sometimes wish I had never gotten into the AI trend. It produced a whole conversation between Braxton and Virgil. My boys.

Only Braxton is still gone, and Virgil is sleeping. So again. What had me crying if it wasn’t Braxton’s death and Virgil’s peace? Well, I was reading a book. Was it that boring? I wrote it, my lady. It’s called “The Eve of a Cherry.” It was when I was into Cherry and her Mum’s Yabbos. I still am. But now I have M Anime to consider. Braxton and Virgil’s stepmom. I have to stop calling her that, I know.

Should I stop believing that writing will take me anywhere? As I was reading “The Eve of a Cherry,” the answer would have to be yes. I brought it up to Cherry some days ago.

You know her. Like most reasonable people, she walks away when I mention anything about Yabbos. That’s until she needs me to read her following poem or whatever. Beta Reader…

Sophia, I’m a beta indeed, the one in the NTR/Netorare watching his girlfriend or wife… There is a word for that. A Cu*k. And that’s why I wrote “Nightmare At The Meat Market” as well. I’m trying to finish up chapter eighteen. And that’s why I cried. Because it’s hard?

No! I Don’t Stop Believin’ that There’ll B Words, Virgil.

1517 Days Without B III, Day 958 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Meditation 267 ~Just B Peaceful Virgil~

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When B was here, it was “Love you, B, love you, Braxton.” With V… “Later V, later Virgil.” And that’s when I can get his name right. I don’t try with people. I don’t say their names or wish them peace. It’s only “Later.” Oh, to Just B Peaceful Virgil

Tuesday, March 25, 2025

Meditation 267 ~Just B Peaceful Virgil~

Dear Future Wife,
You know that I love you, right? And not myself? That’s like asking if I will ever accept my son’s loss.

My boy. You, all that you are, our family. And peace. That’s what I’ve been thinking about since five this morning. I can’t say I’ve even cried today… I’ve been a little misty, I suppose. As long as I avoid mirrors, windows, and V’s eyes. But Baby Doll, there’s you.

Unforgettable, that’s what you are. What about Love and Peace? Before I get into the man you married. Or the man you married gets into you… Uh, eww? Let me tell you what I’ve been looking for. Looking so hard that my eyes hurt. I’ve downed an energy shot to keep from closing my eyes. I even took a couple of painkillers. But I’m not loopy enough to see Braxton on our bed, on guard duty.

Ask me when I was happy, free, or not a misanthrope… I can tell you when I feel alive, in love, at peace. How about when I’m a husband, a father, just a man? Everything!

Over-stimulated, overwhelmed, and overflowing. My love, the man you married is over being alive, and yet “Here I Am.” “All Yours.” Lucky you. Ha! I am anything but a man of peace. But again, that’s what I’m looking for. If nothing can bring Braxton back, then at the very least, give me that. Let me look to the corner of our four-post bed in peace.

Honestly, “Every Morning.” More like in the afternoon when I’d nap after the Day Job.

And there would be Braxton keeping me “Safe and Sound.”

But now, “I Feel Everything.” And that, my love, is why you married a hedonist. Because if I must feel, let it be pleasure instead of pain. A sadist? It’s the only time I’m nice to myself. And it shouldn’t be that way. To hurt you, even if you enjoy it all to save myself.

Do you know “How To Save A Life?” You find peace within yourself. And that’s not me, my love. My peace might as well be the backyard fence, my body, and my furry little Braxton.

Breaking! And the only peace I find is reading, writing, and looking at the broken.

Honestly, that’s not peace but pieces. Is a piece of a man enough? A man’s peace. Just B Peaceful Virgil

1514 Days Without B III, Day 955 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Meditation 263 ~Spelling B And V~

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Could you say I don’t take criticism well? Is that why I talk to my boys, who are covered in fur? I’m sure Virgil would want me to speak to him more. AI is getting out of hand, too. My writing or agreeing with the women in “my life?” Spelling B And V

Friday, March 21, 2025

Meditation 263 ~Spelling B And V~

Hey, Lady Sophia,
Let me tell you a story… Oh, did I finish “Nightmare At The Meat Market?” Or I’ll review Satan’s Sorority Girls 10.

No to my story, and my apologies to Eric Vall. I did give “Satan’s Sorority Girls 10” 5 stars if that matters. Goodreads, Amazon, Shop… What time is it? When did I go to bed? We’ll get to that. I was or am so out of it between yesterday and today. I haven’t even had time to cry for my Braxton. Virgil did enough crying for the both of us because I kicked him out of the bedroom at some point. I swear I need to buy a book on dog training. But Virgil’s four, so a little late for that. I was twenty when I met Braxton. Thirty-seven, Virgil.

When did I last read a Skye Warren novel? Damn, Kindle and so many options.

Options like I had last night? Some stories don’t want to be received, read, or rewritten. Am I talking about ones with adult situations? Why else would I be awake all night? What else could keep me up Eww! I know Lady Sophia. But what is the truth? As always

Well first there was Mizuki Suzumori. I never forget a pretty face and nice Yabbos. Cough Cherry Cough… But in this case, the Yabbos were from an anime series… called Netokano. So much for me and my records. But I was editing Netokano. For what?

Then I tried to do some reading. I’ve read plenty of Skye Warren books. And I’m sure I’ve read “Beauty and the Professor.” Sophia, the Kindle app screwed up. Seriously!

Finally, there’s “Nightmare At The Meat Market,” my story from Braxton and Virgil’s stepmom. I need to stop calling M Anime they. Anyway. The AI and I were on the same wavelength, thinking of a sequel. From a retail store to a college. But how many adult books are on college campuses? Particularly “Discipline: The Record of a Crusade.” Animation

Who said a good artist creates, but a great artist steals? I’ve heard worse. I was speaking to M Anime, aka my fur boys’ stepmom… She said the story sounded depressing, so I asked the computer what it thought. Well Sophia, I’ve been thinking about it for quite some time:

“Yes, I find the Nightmare At The Meat Market narrative depressing. The story centers on dark themes like exploitation, powerlessness, and moral decay, creating a bleak and unsettling atmosphere. The characters are trapped in a brutal system where their bodies and autonomy are stripped away, and their struggles often lead to futility or punishment. The explicit depictions of abuse, manipulation, and psychological torment amplify this sense of despair, leaving little room for hope or redemption. The relentless cycle of degradation, combined with the characters’ fractured relationships and internal conflicts, evokes a strong feeling of hopelessness. While the narrative might aim to provoke thought about human nature and systemic oppression, its unrelenting darkness makes it a deeply depressing experience for me.” An AI’s Thoughts On Nightmare…

So, should I restart Braxton’s book? What about “Gulp.” Writing Sophia, Spelling B And V.

1510 Days Without B III, Day 951 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Meditation 260 ~Braxton’s Last Fall, Virgil~

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Falling Down. Some days, I’d walk in, wrap B up, and fall asleep as he lay there. If he were lucky, I’d fall into my sheets, and he’d sit on the corner of the bed. If I were lucky, I’d have a wifey to fall… come… back to. Braxton’s Last Fall, Virgil.

Tuesday, March 18, 2025

Meditation 260 ~Braxton’s Last Fall, Virgil~

Dear Future Wife,
You know that I love you, right? My always and forever love. Where have I heard those words before? Braxton Barks Bradford…

My firstborn son, Braxton. But he passed away in the Winter of 2021. Sunday, January 31, 2021, to be specific. But here I am on a Tuesday morning, March 18, 2025, looking up pictures of him. There have been tears. But if it helps, I’ve been sweating over you, love.

Only as Norah Jones sings away: “I waited ’til I saw the sun. I don’t know why I didn’t come.” If you know what I mean… Ask me about the longest time I went without release, my love. That was around 161 days. Hell! Braxton was still alive back then.

Afterward… Braxton’s passing. I didn’t want to fall into temptation. I didn’t want to fall…

What? In love. To fall asleep. Or down into Hell…

It’s what I deserve, especially when I have such thoughts. After we finished, uh, getting busy and I didn’t… Well, you know. But we were lying here as I read Satan’s Sorority Girls 10 by Eric Vall. Have I ever told you how much I love these moments, baby doll? “You and me and all of the people with nothing to do.” Do I mean our little ones, “Safe and Sound,” in their beds? And Virgil Vivi, too. Again, I’m reading, or we’re listening to apocalyptic rock from the 50s/60s.

Leave it to Trump and his ilk to let fall this American Empire. But what about happy thoughts? Only I never have those. You’re the next best thing always and forever, my love, I hope. But before you… B III

So, as I was beginning to cry for him as you lay sleeping. I remembered him telling me a secret yesterday from wherever he is… The Rainbow Bridge? He told me that I may have two hearts to give one day. I can mass-produce those things… For Braxton’s step-brother. Children?

Family? The idea that I could love again. But that would mean losing my Braxton was not rock bottom. So things can be worse? I can fall harder and “Go Deeper!” Am I still thinking about what we were doing a few hours ago? So much for giving up sex?

Seriously, love, I’m not religious, but there’s Lent. I didn’t want to fall. But your desires. My depression. And dogs die. Braxton’s Last Fall, Virgil

1507 Days Without B III, Day 948 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Meditation 256 ~The Last B Virgil~

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My day to day… A boy who dropped out of college, working in retail, lusting after an English girl. Uh, Grayson in Satan’s Sorority Girls 10. A boy in college who runs a coven. And knocked up an English girl. I’ll read and “live” to The Last B Virgil.

Friday, March 14, 2025

Meditation 256 ~The Last B Virgil~

Hey, Lady Sophia,
Let me tell you a story… And what about a review? Sorry, no. The sadness, slothfulness, and slivers of time we’re given.

My Depression is hitting hard today. I thought I’d said it was *Prolonged Grief, * Sophia. Whatever the cause, I’ve been sitting here listening to California Dreamin’ from The Mamas & The Papas. And this Papa misses his son, Braxton. Effing Euthanasia. But Virgil’s here.

Should I have shared yesterday’s story with Virgil? I would have with Braxton over a meal. But how has his Daddy been living since yesterday? Invariably, the answer is bad.

At the Day Job, somebody pushed a bucket full of candy under their desk… What? I took out three tiny packs of Sweet Tarts Wednesday. That’s a total of nine Sweet Tarts. I also displayed my greediness with cookies on Thursday. I’m seeing all of this with my brand-new specs.

I suspect they are not exactly the same ones as MyEyeDr. But anything beats the first pair they gave me. And so my eyes and ears feel better, but what about my stomach? Didn’t I mention a meal? The Piggie Potato, but I didn’t splurge on brisket this time. For B III, I would have…

My lady, I must stop comparing what I’d do for Braxton over Virgil. I’m well aware of this. But I finished *Life After Pet Loss on Wednesday. And yesterday, I started Satan’s Sorority Girls 10. And speaking of everything, I’m reading off of Amazon. What about watching? One more reason I’m all into *California Dreamin’*. I’ve wanted to watch *Fallout* on Amazon Prime. But I wasted my free trial. And cash. SIGH. What’s that? Ha!

It’s what I should be making to support such pretty, pretty girls. Cherry and M Anime? What about B III’s favorite girl? I’ve already seen her sans clothing. Very Nice!!!

But Cherry comes a callin’ once in a while… About her writing… And M Anime did ask about her story, Nightmare At The Meat Market. I need to get on it. But as for today.

Lady Sophia, I only have to look forward to a ZaxSeas Surf & Turf Meal if I leave this house. Great, wasting more money! But time is money, as I imagine Ella Purnell as Lucy MacLean sans clothing. Yes, I’m much too busy to dot i’s and cross t’s. To write M Anime’s nightmare, THE END. The Last B Virgil

1503 Days Without B III, Day 944 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Meditation 253 ~Braxton, Virgil, Pop Off~

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A day in bed. If I’m not crying, sweating in fear, sickness, or spilling High-fructose PORN syrup. I need to throw a lot in the wash. Anyway, I don’t want to overflow or explode. But B’s in my ear, and V’s running all over. “Braxton, Virgil, Pop Off”

Tuesday, March 11, 2025

Meditation 253 ~Braxton, Virgil, Pop Off~

Dear Future Wife,
You know that I love you, right? I promise to smile. A man provides. And what’s this in my pants for you…

I’m being a creep. Husband or not, right? But what else can I be? I’m in the mood one minute. And the next… Well, I’ve only cried for Braxton once today. And I haven’t even given Virgil a chance these past few days. You know his madness in running everywhere.

Or should I say manic? Virgil’s mania? It beats my depression. Is it even fair to call it that anymore? Prolonged Grief… It’s been 1500 days. I can’t remember my last day without saying his name. And yes, I’ve been focused on Virgil Vivi’s fears for a few days. SIGH.

We’ll get to that. But my sadness is as obsessive, pervasive, and quintessential—my love.

I am yours, our children’s, my Braxton’s, and my own.

I am afraid. I tell my Braxton that. Whenever I speak with him, wherever he is. The Rainbow Bridge? Anyway, I use that line from the film Spontaneous. It feels like I’m dying, and I’m so scared all the time. Can you imagine it, sweet baby doll? What scares me?

Other than the fact that you won’t get “my” jokes, like things you can say about your dog but not your girlfriend/wife. Whenever I decide to be funny. Laughter terrifies.

There’s the fear to love as much as I did when Braxton was here. My firstborn son fought to the last second not to leave me. You have a choice. And there’s our children, always.

Someday, I fear I’ll love myself. We might never meet…

Or at least I might be stuck here all alone, drooling over Cherry’s Yabbos. Or I’d be jealous of M Anime’s paramours. There’s listening to the Hannah K “admirers…” Brunettes.

Baby girl, you know, much like Christian Grey, I’m a sucker for brunettes. And some girls with dark hair or different… Am I A Psycho? I’m a man that loves you. And I am trying. I want you to know that my love for you is unwavering, and I am committed to making this work.

Just like when I would hold Braxton, and I’d calm myself—defusing a bomb, beloved.

Every day, it’s putting on the clown mask so our kids don’t see their Dad for the human I am… At best. And why they exist. The things I’ll do to you, their lovely mother.

However, Braxton’s gone, and Virgil’s running somewhere…Braxton, Virgil, Pop Off

1500 Days Without B III, Day 941 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Meditation 249 ~We’ll B Reviewed Virgil~

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A man once reviewed forty years of life with a spool of wire. Hearing his wife, I knew mistakes were made. I don’t have a wife, but I’ll complain about Taco Bell and MyEyeDr. I wrote reviews. A book about my son. And notes. “We’ll B Reviewed Virgil.”

Friday, March 7, 2025

Meditation 249 ~We’ll B Reviewed Virgil~

Hey, Lady Sophia,
Let me tell you a story… Or rather write a review. Review this excuse: I was too busy being a “Karen” yesterday.

But was I? The loss of my son, Braxton, is a loss for the world. Usually, if I didn’t like something I was eating well… Braxton would get it as a treat. Taco Bell ingredients…

Lady Sophia, I’m not interested enough to look them up. But yesterday I was angry.

Sophia, I was mad enough to write a review of the Caliente Cantina Chicken Crispy Taco Meal. But what good will come of it? Why don’t you ask about all my novels? Two about B.

And speaking of two, I also gave a rather scathing review to MyEyeDr. That one is worse because, first, I hate these makeshift glasses. Second, I had to speak poorly of people who looked like me. My Brothers and Sisters…

It’s like we’re all in desperate need of unity. Isn’t it? They say sports are supposed to bring people together, but even wrestling couldn’t hold my attention last night. I woke up just minutes before midnight to the sound of ‘God Bless America’ and a rerun of WrestleMania. The sheer exhaustion of it all, Sophia. Hate is a draining force. I can’t fathom how those in the MAGA camp manage it. The relentless cycle of politics, greed, and racism… it’s enough to make anyone weary.

Sophia, The Banality of Evil

And I’m sure I mentioned before that on my X/Twitter feed where I see the most MAGA that happens to house the degenerates, deviants, and most disgusting people. It’s me…

Hi, I’m the problem, it’s me… But I won’t chalk either one of those songs, “The Banality of Evil” or “Anti-Hero,” to either of my boys B or V. Just like my TV viewing habits…

Again, why am I not reviewing a book or anime today? That’s what I’ve been thinking about if people in real life hadn’t gotten in the way. Being awful Karen-Like.

Well, rather than watching it again. I do mean the anime Film/Episode “Karen” by Shinjukuza. I swear! I’d be quite the scholar if all of life were more ADULT situations. But that’s the thing, Lady Sophia. My entire existence needs a serious review. I wouldn’t recommend it. What about Braxton’s and Virgil’s? I’m reading a new book, Life After Pet Loss. It’s by Lynnlee Hunt. It was talking about loving deeply and how such love hurts sometimes. So, why bother?

Depravity works the same way. Increasing knowledge increases sorrow. So reviewing… We’ll B Reviewed Virgil

1496 Days Without B III, Day 937 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Meditation 246 ~Braxton’s Trust In V…~

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In God We Trust. No! But money talks to “God’s Favorite Princess”. Would I talk to her if I had a wife and kids? I got Braxton and Virgil, who have $66.50 each. Me? $39.00 for covered Yabbos. How did B live with my finances? Braxton’s Trust In V

Tuesday, March 4, 2025

Meditation 246 ~Braxton’s Trust In V…~

Dear Future Wife,
You know that I love you, right? And I’ll love you even more in 5, 4, 3, 2… Time to love. Price?

Love can’t tell time. Love comes with no price tag. One day, it’s standing on my bed covered in syrupy goodness, showing me that the additional sausages aren’t real meat…

One of my best memories of Braxton. “Shoulda took a picture, Something I could keep. Buy a little frame, something cheap.” And no, I’m not crying as I remember, love.

Honestly, you wouldn’t mind. If it wasn’t for the love of my firstborn son… My trust in him. Honestly, it’s only something in my eye. I’ve told you the reasons I call Braxton pancake. One of them was after B ate my waffles. So I put my pancakes up high so Braxton couldn’t reach them. My mom said, “You sure love pancakes.” Then there’s you.

When I say, “I love you like pancakes.” Trust me, my love that is LOVE. Because I didn’t think I could love anything or anyone like I loved my son. You, our children, and Virgil.

Don’t I count Virgil Vivi as my son? I would share my pancakes with him if I wasn’t spending money like it’s going out of style. And what is that line from The Walking Dead?

Something to the tune of, When I was pouring the Bisquick, I was trying to make pancakes, ha-ha. And we made some good pancakes, or can I just call them the kids, like Braxton and Virgil. Only our two-legged children have trust funds. Daddy’s spending…

No matter how much money we have, I want more.

Because while “Lovin’ is what I got.” Loving you, our kids… yes, Virgil too. Braxton… Always and forever, I will remember you, I tell him with every beat of my heart. I swear, my love, even when I can’t get the words out. Quiet love is quite a love. Because…

Somehow, someday, the Man in the Mirror might think that a tiny bit of This Love, This Year’s Love, applies to him. That’s why I go back and forth between how loud… And how quiet love can be. And then it’s those in-between times… When Virgil Vivi is sound asleep.

When I need to watch God’s Favorite Princess @luxlo. Or when I finally breathe, dearest. To be here now… in love. Braxton’s Trust In V…

1493 Days Without B III, Day 934 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will