Luckily, we didn’t die

 

My Mikey, I love you

∞ • π³ + 1

 

Our baby, Elisabeth, called us last night.  Late.  That’s unusual for her.  It was 10:20pm-ish, her time.  Usually, by that time, she’s been in bed for two hours.

She was crying, saying she needed Mommy.  She also said not to be mad.  Apparently, she asked Mikey if we could come get her.  She also mentioned that she got her tongue pierced.

We’d talked about the piercing thing before, so it only marginally surprised us that she actually did it.  I was frightened as I drifted off to sleep last night.  Someone, I would imagine PEARL, walked into the room while Elisabeth was on the telephone, and she felt like she needed to end the call, so we did.  I told Mikey last night that if we DO get to go get Elisabeth, I want to knock the fuck out of Pearl when we get there.  I’ll refrain from doing so, because I would go to jail/prison.  In this case, jail/prison is my ONLY deterrent.

I want to hurt that woman.  She hurts our baby and us.  And Tiffany, really, too.  Tiffany doesn’t like what’s happened with Elisabeth since she’s been staying with Pearl.  Tiff tries to dismiss it like it’s no big deal, but I know it matters to her.

I hope Elisabeth calls today to explain what’s going on.  She didn’t e-mail us, as I thought she might.

So we face the day.

Love,

Betty Louise