just a combination of many things, social media, no free speech, after all the time I've spent, Phil's diagnosis, my fight for justice inching on 30 years of fighting, and seeing no light at the end of tunnel, thinking I'm doing it all myself, and can't get a simple reply of encouragement. plus I do everything to access, and getting burnt out so often, they made fun of me about that too, when so many people are like me. you think you got me figured out, think again! I've decided to stay on my blog, and keep Messenger, and the internet, but no social media posts anymore, but I haven't deleted any account.
you know what's really gotta end, him locking himself in the bedroom. blames me, he'd rather live alone in this house.
ReplyDeleteI'm moving out, and I'm taking my dying dog with me. You pay the bills fucker if you think it's so hard here. I'm sure you'll mow the lawn and make sure everybody knows everything is okay.
ReplyDeletebetter not, you don't want the street, and whatever else. I hate him!!
ReplyDeleteSheri, and then in the end, we don't always get our dads. so true.
ReplyDeleteno not even funny. he makes a huge pork loin then goes to bed, we don't sit down together, we don't even talk! locks himself in.
ReplyDeleteshut up, Sheri. just get your Scoobies. yeah, it's about time.
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