November 30, 2019:
Rolls outta bed around 2pm, and from that moment there's none but her.
Spits, "If we didn't have to wait on you hand and foot..."
I know it's her monkey squawking but it angers me nevertheless.
There's a turning point here. I've stopped respecting her. Her and her "struggle" which isn't.
With this corner crossed it's moments to enlightenment. Newsflash! It's clear what she did. She lied, and she sent him up. Strike number two, product of perjury. Where now his daughters have no daddy, and while in the larger scheme of things that may be for their best, here in the now it seems more than merely wrong. It seems evil: robbing others of love that should be theirs.
So that, whatever the outcome of that story, this moment is the end of mine. I will pay her final immigration bills, to keep her as far from me as far can be. And I will never come here again.