Maybe I’m overreacting?

PROVE IT, HERMY……

Tensions are high, since Tiffany flew back to California today. I can’t type well right now, and it’s driving me batty!

I experienced what SHOULD have been a private moment between Mikey and Jack today, but Lola was in the car, and, as usual, we didn’t have the privacy Jack so craves these days, so I came forward to deal with the masses again. It only causes problems when I, Betty, come out to deal with things, but lately Jack just isn’t in shape to deal with SHIT!

Prove it? Prove what?!!!! That was supposed to mean that I have to prove my love. Well, eat shit! I don’t have to prove a goddamned thing, and I know it!

It seems Mikey and Hank have been pretty interchangeable lately, with a bit of Sean thrown in for good measure. This is confusing, as we don’t announce ourselves, so it’s not always obvious with whom we are dealing.

Whomever it is is playing Tripeaks Solitaire on Pogo again. It’s always something, which makes me feel like my assumption that I am the biggest, nastiest bitch on Earth must be accurate. There’s some nasty fucker inside me laughing and saying that he’s been TRYING to tell me that. Fuck him! I don’t feel unreasonable right now, but maybe I am. I want to cry, because I miss Tiffany already, and she apparently paid me a compliment today. I jumped on her at the airport for chastising Mikey, and she backed down. She told me I did look kinda like a “1950s mom” when I lectured her, which tickled me.

I don’t know what the hell I’d say to Mikey or Hank or whomever is out, anyway, but I guess I’d like the chance to talk if I pleased. Well, it’s not all about me, as Hank is quick to remind me. However, maybe it IS all about him. I shouldn’t have said that, but I’m not going to erase it this time. I’m tired of backtracking what I say to protect ANYONE’S feelings. They think I’m cruel, but they don’t know how much I hold back!!!! If I ever fully let go, it will wind up with my screaming and screeching like I do on the inside sometimes. They’ll have to lock the body in a rubber room, like my siblings inside here do to me when I go off the deep end. Then, my baby, Louis, has been out quite a bit lately. I have to give Hank credit….today, he and our son got along well.

Fuck

I’m damaged….evil. I’ve always known it, and now that I see how dispassionately I was typing insults and nasty shit about my own spouse…..I hate myself. I really wish I could just lie low and maybe even die without killing everyone in here. Unfortunately, it looks like if I go, they go. Jack is Mr. Sad Sack right now. Louis keeps crying a lot. Hermy is no fucking help because he’s too…what, jocular? Thelma doesn’t wish to deal with things.

The dog is barking outside, and it’s after midnight….I’m scared! What the hell is he barking at?!!!! Is it loser Carl? Will I have to cut him tonight? I hate Carl now. He messed up and made me his enemy. Don’t piss the kids off….will those idiot grownups ever learn?

p.s. This is from Jack, while things seem a bit lighter. This is after My Mikey left the note below. I just wanted to tell you that I love you, My Key, My Mikey. Forever times PI cubed plus one. Thank you for loving me, even though I’m a ball of emotions and about like a hormonal woman right now!

Your Jack