Not much of
an update this week.
James is
home, recovering. Casey is learning a lot from the torture and mutilation of
the man in the basement. I have chosen not to dignify his life with a name – even
a fake one for blogging purposes. He doesn’t deserve it.
I know you’re
thinking: You’ve encountered so many dangerous and evil men, why is one man who
shot a few police officers worth all this trouble. To you I say
Grow the
fuck up.
I have room
in my heart to murder every bad person in the world. It’ll just take some time.
And for a man who hurt my husband, I will clear my schedule. No one gets to
hurt my family but me.
I still
haven’t heard from Jason. If I get a Christmas card, I’ll be happy. I think
about him a lot. Where he is. What he might be doing. If he’s happy. I really
hope he’s happy. I miss him. I’m growing to enjoy Casey’s company but of all
the children I didn’t give birth to, he was the one I want to reach the most.
But I never could.
We are
getting melancholy and realistic today.
I had
better stop before I head down a rabbit hole I have no intention of approaching
on this random Wednesday.
So I am
going to go slice off basement man’s ear before I head to work. Maybe that will
help.
As always,
dear readers,
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