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…
Tag: Moving
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…
Sunday. Understandably, it was a rough night. I fell asleep without too much trouble; washing down a cocktail of melatonin and Benadryl with a couple of shots of Canadian Club helped. Just now, my phone’s autocorrect tried to make that last sentence say “I feel asleep”. It’s an appropriate phrase. Yet again, I’m feeling like…