9:03pm – dinner time for Mikey

I sit here, praying for the overdue money to come in and let me bring my baby home, where we belong.

I will not panic, even if dinner takes two hours. OR, if I DO panic, I will not yell when Mikey gets to me again. Yelling is bad for us. I know he loves me. I feel him and his love very deeply inside of me. I love Mikey. I never knew I would love anyone the way I love my Mikey.

Today was mostly a peaceful day. We both had our bad moments. Bad dreams seem to love clinging to us, no matter how happy we feel at any given moment. He had a dream that I had a stroke and my sister only told him it was his fault and refused to let him see me.

There is paperwork that can and will be filed saying that Peter has every right to make medical decisions for me, and has priority in visitation. If my sister does not accept us as a couple, that is not our problem. That is her problem.

Mikey, you mean everything to me. You are my life.

I love you forever times pi cubed plus one,

Hermy