Congratulations on Your Misery!
One…two…three…this fucking misery.
Four…five…six…I look different in those pics.
One…two…three…this fucking misery.
Four…five…six…I look different in those pics.
Dear Readers:
Please stop sending me emails demanding new blog material. While it warms my cockles (!) that you miss me, writing has become a very difficult thing to do lately.
Dear Readers:
Are you still there? Do you still read this? Or is this a silent shout into an empty and cold universe?
UPDATE!
Jim continues to badger Brian, as does Jim’s son (who derives his income from Brian’s dad). This sudden interest in Brian is a little odd, since Jim is suing to force Brian and his mom out of their home AND asking the court to award him, a wealthy man, attorney fees.
Brian remains nonplussed. This story will be updated as appropriate.
Dear Robin:
I was in a ten-year relationship and marriage with a man (“Jim”) who recently left the marriage abruptly.
I’m not sure exactly what put the final nail in the coffin of our marriage, but the last fight we had was because I could not believe my son Brian was not invited to my stepson’s rehearsal dinner.