Friday, July 29, 2011

The Book I Said I'd Write and Throw Away When Done

I was born on December 24, 1965

Friday, July 29th

The hubby is mad because I had a meeting with men at work - what is new?  I must be doing someone if I didn't get his permission in advance to have the meeting and go to lunch.  Same story as last week, last month, last few years with him.  It doesn't change, no matter how hard I try.
Kyle hasn't bothered contacting me since last Saturday when I made a token appearance at the basketball game.  He has done his duty that will keep him guilt free until I leave town without him and he will have a whole new reason to be mad.  Again, what is new.  Same story as last week, last month and the past year and a half with him.  I love him so but it seems as if his mind is tainted with stories and opinions of the ones he has chosen over me.  Grandmother Satan, his dad - all on that side.  I feel as if a funeral should have taken place with the hurt I have felt and continue to deal with every time something momentous comes along.

Marshall is keeping his job as the carpet cleaning apprentice when he isn't fixing a flat, running out of gas or just trying to run game on whomever is right there.

Jeremy and DIL, Katie are getting along that I know of for the moment.