Well - That's That

Talk about scorched earth policy.

I'm not going to make any excuses.  Shit, I had 2 nights halfway into a third without sleep since getting the meds again while all this latest "shit" was going down.

Not that it really matters - and this is kind of a sticking point (or was) - Shelly always thought that by working a second job (and yeah, when she worked it was hard) she was entitled to do what the fuck she wanted when the fuck she wanted.  Hell, she thought that a lot anyway.  But after the night with that fuckup and taking him to the studio - then going out to Bronson Rock for 2+ hours?  Hey - if not for me, then her son.  That was just uncommonly rude.  Worse than rude.  It's shit like that that I've had to put up with over the last year and increasingly so that always made things tough to swallow for me.

Not exactly sure what's going to happen from here on out, but I'm at least going to try to be civil so we can get this shit done and I can get out of here.  Not that I will like that especially - but things need to be done and it won't be much longer.  Perhaps up to a week and half.

At this point - not going to mention anything about us or make any comments or speculations.  What was said last night was said in anger, like a lot of things - but most of it was not without undue provocation, be it recently and/or over a period of time.  It is what it is.