Considering
what happened last time, you would think that coming back to murder would be
difficult.
Nope.
Killed a
three people this week. Even ran over a nun just for good measure. I didn’t
even think there were still nuns running around but there she was just crossing
the street in a poorly lit residential area one night. On further analysis, she
might not have been an actual nun but rather a woman who was going door to door
trying to spread the “good word” but the effect was still the same. Thunder and
lightning raining down on the earth because another religious nut is dead.
The other
two dead were really sort of a combo deal which was nice. A couple in their car
stopped me to ask for directions the other day and I just hit the driver with
the baseball bat. He slammed sideways so hard that he hit his wife who flew
against the window and fractured her skull (according to the forensics report
which I totally didn’t overhear from James while he was on the phone talking to
the detective on the case). Two for the price of one.
Which makes
three murders in about a week and more to come.
I’m back,
bitches!
I should
explain the baseball bat.
Jason has
decided to take up sports. One of the really weird after effects of telling the
kids the truth about their mom, Jason has decided to try baseball(by the way,
sis, I don’t care if you read my blog, what you did was horrible). I think he
just needs something new to distract him and distance him from all of it. I don’t
blame him, in fact, I support him. Which is why I was carrying a baseball bat
to the field a few blocks from my house.
Baseball
bats are handy little weapons, I got it hand it to the kid, he picked a great
sport. Not that I want him hitting anything other than balls. My children are
not going to go anywhere near the family business. Murder is for James and
myself, that’s it.
Speaking of
James…I got him to talk to me. And I
didn’t have to lock him in the basement. He
came to me on Saturday; told me the
kids came to him and cleared things up, encouraged him to do the same. So he
got guilted into hashing things out with me. I didn’t care as long as it
worked. Which it did.
We sat down
and talked. He yelled. Said he’s happy that I’m better but he doesn’t feel
comfortable with our current situation. I don’t exactly know what that means
but he’s been sleeping on the couch for the last few days and the kids aren’t
missing the added tension in the house. He’s been working double shifts for the
last few weeks so I see him as often as I normally do but…
I miss him.
I’m
sounding like a lovesick school girl I miss him. Readers, you know what he
means to me. I don’t know what I’d do if he left. I’d like to think he can’t do
without me, either, but things are going to get worse before they get better.
But at
least my kids like me, right?
Shit.
As always,
dear readers,
Stay Safe
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