Well in my book i am coming to a breakthrough and that means that i am in my life also. They are one and the same. I am taking the night off to reflect on matters of the end times because my book is reaching critical mass where i can no longwr put these issues … Continue reading The Wall
Moving forward in leaps and bounds. Now, the first major disconnect. I was in the Oxton area (It's a up name, I can't use any real names here) of Massachusetts having graduated from Hutton College. I had run myself out of a job and a boyfriend. I had fallen into a relationship with a roommate. … Continue reading Disconnect; 2
...is the day after yesterday, the day to implement what yesterday said and i did! I talked to my father about my mother, Sister M the nun and Miss D the therapist. About the sexual damage. That as my father he should be the one man i can trust. And about needing "a bit of … Continue reading Today
I am noone. I am nowhere. Just another sinner. The good thing about me is that i love my son and Satan and my mother interfered with that today. So its back to praying for the intervention of King Solomon the Wise. I have this.
Texted my son for the zillionth time this week. Stressing. His expensive new car needs a 2000$ fix and he doesn't have the money . I got so lost in another problem that i lost track of his issue and tonight i feel like im holding up the Titanic. My ship is crashing about five … Continue reading HARD NIGHT
I emailed him on my cell phone for hours. It is a precision craft postung to my blog or emailing my ex or even textibg my son on this phone. Usually if its really mpoortant or deep i get the worst neck and back ache. Usually i rough it out and then go back and … Continue reading Asking my ex-Husband to ask me to marry him
A turning point. My mother is trying to "prove through" an assertion that she is my son's real mother which, obviously, she cant do without harm, because she isnt and i am. She is the snarkiest and snakiest little English secretary. "Computers rule the world," she cried, over tea in my old apartment in So. … Continue reading Critical Moment