Rambles
I miss my Mikey like crazy. He is at that orientation, I suppose you’d call it. Lola is now listening to John Lennon in my room, and I am writing this from her computer. John is singing "Imagine" right now. I love that song.
I love My Key, My Mikey.
My heart hurts and my arms long to hold this precious man who has vowed to give forever to me. I give forever to him as well. MY MIKEY. How I love being able to say that.
I have to tell the doctor to take me off Zyprexa, which I’m actually taking myself off of. It is hurting my Mikey. No way, Mi-kay!!!! I cannot and will not subject you to this kind of treatment. I smack of the past, and I hate that.
Malcolm went to DePaul today. It was quite an interesting day, as DePaul called Child Protective Services on us. Me, too, since I’m one of his "primary caretakers". They have ordered that I am not to be allowed unsupervised visits with Malcolm. Betty thanked them in a courteous way. For the time being, Malcolm will be living with Stacy. We have to have some peace and quiet in the house to get it ready for Mikey’s impending arrival. Malcolm honors Stacy’s rules for her household. That makes me wonder if he really loves me at all, because he constantly ignores me.
Lola is heart-broken tonight. She lost her glasses, too, on top of everything else. I feel like Lola is more like a sister to me these days. I wonder why I never saw the real Lola before I did. Maybe the same reason it took so long for me to see Mikey for whom he is. I don’t know what that reason was.
Mikey, I’m missing you. You should be back to the condo and calling within a half hour or so, I think. Tops, an hour. I will survive it. You know I will. Feel me, darling, wrapping my safe, strong arms around you. Lean your head on my shoulder, and I will run my fingers through your hair. I’m leaning my head over to rest atop yours. As we cuddle and snuggle, we meld into one entity in the flesh. I am so filled with love, and I long to give you EVERY BIT OF IT!!!!!
I am with you.
I love you forever times pi cubed plus one,
Your Jack