We’ll have to do it someday

 

My Mikey, I love you

∞ • π³ + 1

 

Tomorrow is Elisabeth’s birthday.  She’ll be fifteen years old.

I know now that someday, we’ll have to move to California, whether I like it or not.  Elisabeth said she’d live with us if we found an apartment in Lodi or Sacramento.

We can’t afford that, but we’ll do it anyway, because I have to be completely dominated by one woman or another, might as well be my little hard-headed daughter.

Hard-hearted, too, methinks.  She wants to finish school there.  We’re not fit to be parents, anyway, though, so it really doesn’t fucking matter.  She’s so much happier there than she could possibly THINK of being with us.  Fine.

So we’ll move, on SSI,  because I’m too much of a fucking deadbeat to hold a job, and we’ll bounce from place to place again.  It’s only a sense of security.  It doesn’t matter.

Thank you, darling daughter, for stealing away our happiness.

*says with tightened lips* Love,

Herman, the loser creep who married your mom

 

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November 5, 2006

We dont have to move there baby, besides if we did our ssi would increase to over 800 each not much of a incentive but it is true

November 6, 2006

Aww don’t be mad at her. She’s prob just got her own issues she’s dealing with too. I’m sure she means you no ill will.