Eternity in Mary’s Dominion

 

 

 

 

 

My Mikey, I love you

 

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I want to know who changed my chapter heading, first of all.

We are alive and well, though our cat probably isn’t.  I’m sure we’ll find er rotting and an eviction notice pinned to our door IF we ever get back home.

This person called Junior is supposed to be helping us fix our car.  He will not call, will not respond to my text messages, and will not show up.  I am at the end of my rope, and I’m just DYING to let loose on someone in a major way.  I have no target.  I refuse to let this all out on Mikey.  Enough damage has been done to him in the past few days by those in my body.  He doesn’t deserve anything like that, and if I have anything to say about it (which I DO), he won’t catch hell for things he doesn’t do.

This is our third day in Austin.  We didn’t come prepared.  We didn’t leave er adequate food and water, because we thought we’d be back the same day we left.  Our landlady is a definite animal lover, and if she finds out that er is in the house alone, it won’t matter WHY.  We’ll be evicted.  I know we will.

I’m afraid er may be .  My only hope is that he found the cat food and chewed through the bag, to feed himself.  He can drink from an unspecified-for-a-reason source.  It’s the eating that worries me.

I am furious!!!!!!!!!

MH and Frankie and the kids are in Mexico.  That’s not why I’m furious.  I’m furious because I’m NOT ALLOWED to tell Nanny that the car she bought broke down on us the first day we had it.  I’m not being considered one ing bit, and I’m so ing tired of this ing that I ing want to ing bash someone’s ing brain down through their ing feet.

I WANT TO GO HOME, GODDAMNIT!!!!!!!!

We’re the forgotten people, and it hurts, but you know one very important thing?

I’ve ALWAYS been self-reliant, in the grand scheme of things, and this is NO EXCEPTION.  I’ll fix this ing problem if it goddamn kills me.  We’ll GET home, because I’ll ing SEE TO IT that we do!

I life.

I love my spouse, my children, my grandchildren, my family, my friends,

Betty Louise

p.s.  Idle hands (and minds) are the devil’s playground, and I’m being left an awful LOT of idle time!!!!!!!!!!!!

B