Right now, I would take that freakin' 2100.00 and go to WinStar and lay it all on the line. Not all on red, mind you. I mean, stay til I win some really serious cash or go jump off a bridge if I lose it.
Funny - about 5 hours ago when I was hanging up the phone with Mom I didn't feel anything like that. Quite the opposite, in fact.
And so, without so much as a word to me - Shelly authorizes Jolene to take the Sentra so she can "see" Brandon. From last night - not 24 hrs after we get this surprising tax refund of 2100.00 - the sum of which means a helluva lot to us than some - excitedly thinking about possibilities, discussing car strategies, etc - apparently we were never on the same page and now I'm being treated like shit for it. Right about now, I care about nothing. The house, any kind of car, tax refund, marriage, nothing. If it wasn't for the simple fact that the truck is uninspected AND uninsured, I was about to take off for somewhere - anywhere. Just to be fucking gone somewhere. And I don't know for how long.
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