Apocalypse Next Tuesday

Let he who is without sin cast the first stone

I never wanted to go out into that stupid world again.

I decided against horror films at Michi’s and therapy at Mum’s, and opted for Dad’s instead. A short while later I was back in my old room. It still looked just the same, i.e. horrendously embarrassing. On

‘It’s distracting. And he’s been after you for centuries,’ she added.
‘Firstly, he hasn’t “been after” me for centuries,’ I hissed. ‘And secondly, Michi and I have a platonic friendship.’
‘Marie,’ Kata replied. ‘Plato was a complete idiot.’

I was already trying to come to terms with the fact that I would probably end up like one of those women whose decayed corpse is found by chance in her one-bedroom apartment by a house clearance company seven months after her death. And then I met Sve

Children? Had he just said ‘children’? During my single days, I had admittedly gazed with envy at mothers, but since getting together with Sven I felt there was still some time before I became a zombie with dark circles under my eyes telling everyone how fulfilled I now was.

Returning to my hometown at the age of thirty-one was like running around with a sign that said: ‘Hello. My life is a complete and utter failure.’

‘Well, if www.onlinedatingagency-test.com says so, then Svetlana must be a highly respectable woman, who is neither interested in your money nor German citizenship,’ I quipped.

No twelve-year-old should see her father cry like that.
My only thought was: ‘Please God, please make everything be all right and make Mum come back to him.’ But my prayer was not answered. Perhaps God was busy saving some Bangladeshis from a terrible flood.

Kata just said, ‘We broke up.’
I was shocked. ‘Why?’
‘We had different interests,’ Kata replied.
‘What?’ I asked, sounding confused.
A wry smile crossed her face. ‘She enjoys nightlife. I am busy puking because of chemo.’