Good morning, and TGIF. TGIFF, really. Thank god it’s fucking Friday. It’s been a long fucking week. I’ve gone from planning his escape to planning my own potential escape. The Be Sharp book has transitioned from pages full of lawyers’ names and numbers, to lists of things to be sold and the pros and cons…
I texted Mom after I got off the phone with the lawyer on Tuesday. “It doesn’t look promising,” I said. She called immediately. After giving her the options offered by the lawyer, she was angry for him, which surprised me. Then, I had to tell his Mom that things aren’t looking very good. I don’t…
Good morning, people. It’s Humpday. I hate that fucking word. However, there’s very little things in my life I’m not bitter about, or at least mildly annoyed at right now. I was home for about a half hour yesterday before he called. He had said he would try to call around 9pm, just to talk…