Nothing new to report, just progress –
which is almost as good.
James has officially moved all his things
back into the bedroom. We had a long talk about the things that were bothering
us and a lot of the solution involves me cutting off communication with the
Westburns. And I’m inclined to do it. I know, I know: “oh my god, you can’t let
a man dictate your life, that’s so misogynist”. Well you know what? I don’t
care. I love my husband and if doing something for him makes him happy, then I’m
going to do it to the best of my ability. We are partners, he’s given up things
for me and I’ve done the same. This is just another turn.
So we talked, we agreed to some terms,
signed the peace treaty (with a long awaited kiss) and now I sleep better at
night knowing that my husband isn’t suspicious every time I leave the house.
Progress.
And I am leaving the house more often because I’m back to a
semi-regular killing schedule. I say semi-regular because I’ve taken Sandra
with me a few times now. She’s stood in the shadows, away from any line of
sight, and she’s observed – she’s never touched the crime scene. One time we
even walked past a taped off scene so she could see how the police handle the
situation. I always wish I knew more about police procedure maybe I could
convince James to have a chat with Sandra and I could sit in. It’d be very
educational to know how a victim is treated from start (me) to finish (James).
I can tell she’s anxious for her next kill
but I am adamant that she learn to keep her urges in check. I won’t let her
turn out like me. So far she hasn’t gone against my word. I hope that’ll be
enough.
Daniel, despite my best efforts to keep him
at bay, still comes around every other day. He just sits outside the house and
watches us for a few hours (usually in the morning when we’re eating breakfast
and getting ready for the day). Now that James is on my side, I’ve made a point
of kissing him goodbye where I know Daniel can see us. This “obsessively in
love” was cute but it’s starting to just feel annoying.
The kids have both noticed and are starting
to get concerned. Sandra even offered to scare him off and I laughed but maybe
a good old fashioned planted body in the trunk will keep him from coming around
too often.
I’ll think about it.
Like I said: nothing new, just progress.
I’m happy. I’m really happy. This is the
most contented I’ve felt in what feels like forever. This past year has been
just a struggle for everyone and I’m glad to see all the wrinkles smoothing out
for once.
I’m just going to enjoy it. Nothing can
ruin my mood.
As always, dear readers,
Stay Safe
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