Keep getting in trouble

 

My Mikey, I love you

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Like a little kid.  Every time we go up there, Mikey’s got something to complain about.  I don’t do SOMETHING right.  I don’t even want to go back up there.  If I’m his target, then I don’t need to be there.  I didn’t do anything wrong.

He says he’s not yelling at me, but he’s lying.  He got mad at me for sitting in the comfortable chair on one side of his hospital bed until I moved to the uncomfortable one on the other side.  I hate him, and I don’t ever want to see him again.

All he does is hurt my feelings and try to get me to feel sorry for him, and I don’t feel sorry for him…it makes me hate him.

He can go back to California alone and be with the girls.  I don’t want to be around him because he’s mean, and then he blames it all on me.

It was very hot all day today, and I had to run back and forth to the hospital, then Lola’s, then the store, then Lola’s work, now home.  I’ve been home about ten minutes, and I had to get Mikey some sodas and Key Lime pie, because he wants that.

The doctors say he has COPD.  He is mad at me for it, and I didn’t do it by myself.  I helped, by smoking in the house, but he didn’t have to smoke.  He never has accepted responsibility, though, and I guess he never will.

Louis