The Working Man

Mikey has taken on a job so that we will not have so much financial trouble. Also, he just told me, he doesn’t want my family to think he’s "sponging off me". I told him he keeps me alive, and if that is sponge, then sponge, goddamnit, sponge!!!!

I’ve been an utter bitch lately, and it has been driving a wedge between Mikey and me. I think some of it has to do with being newly put on Zyprexa. No matter what happens to me personally, I am taking myself off this med, as my reactions keep hurting my husband, and I cannot and WILL NOT allow this. Not MY MIKEY!!!! Zyprexa, pick on a Mikey your own size. My husband is much too precious for you, you fucking bitch!!!!!

He called just to say goodbye before he went out for a training session for his new job. I had JUST been awakened by Lola barging in and scaring the living shit out of me, and I popped off with, "Wonderful fucking thing to hear!" My Mikey actually screamed at me. "Thanks for the support!!! BYE!!!!" and slammed down the phone. That scared me FAR worse than anything else, and it lit inside me again the desire to be a better man moreso than anything ever has.

Mikey, I will make up for the past few weeks of unhappiness I have given you. No more Zyprexa. No more you know what that started the fights to begin with….my fault, folks. No more anything bad. I’ll even try to start believing I’m not worthless, ok, baby?

I love you in a special way that I have never known, and I guess now that your arrival date is looming larger (11 days), I am getting too nervous. You’ll be HOME soon, baby. Home. WE will be home, as right now this is just a house for me, not home, because you are not in it.

My Key, My Mikey, I love you forever times pi cubed plus one,

Your Jack