what happened!!! I'm sick of washing up on the wrath rocks!!!

I do not care to (note the understatement, what follows understatement?) constant and repeated end up so far out on the harry edge of upset that it takes people who know me [well?] to disarm me. Its a waste of spiritual resources that could better be spend on producing fruit.

Now maybe its my dad... and he just provokes me to W... but that argument is kind of weak, seeing as he LIVES 12 HUNDRED miles away. And I still love the guy, I'd be back there helping him [to the best of my ability] If I wasn't insistent [in truth] in my heart on having a little grownup; 'independent'; life-of-my-own...

Worse lets talk about, kind of testimony and the long term consequences of this arrangement we have here.
And don't waste our mutual time telling me about "the foot men and the horses..." When you claim the circumstances you've contrived to create are God's footmen, that's bad, and when you have to answer to God for trapping me, wanna guess what that is?