My mother stabbed me. I don’t know how to keep going on.

My mom tried to stab me and got so close to doing so that the knife tip cut my shirt but never actually made it through to the skin before I caught her arm. (It wasn’t quite as close as that sounds; the shirt was baggy and it flared out when I was retreating to avoid the stabbin’.)

Ah, North Florida. There’s no place like it. Thank fucking Zeus.