Whiney Hermy, party of one

I am not whining anymore tonight. I have made up my mind. When the car runs properly again, we are going to arrange for me to go to SJ and bring my baby home to Waco.

No one can help us get him here now, so I will take the cell, hop in the car, and go. I don’t know how I’ll get the gas money except what I already have, but I’ll do it. I’m not afraid to talk to truck drivers, as Daddy was one, and I know they can be reasonable. Well, they USED to be, anyway. Gotta end this separation and get my husband home, where WE belong. This is just a house without him.

Mikey, I will do whatever you say. I want you home so badly, and today was a really hard day and I couldn’t have you because of other peoples’ actions and reactions. Gotta get you home, baby.

I love you forever times pi cubed plus one,

Hermy