LEAVING ME. I FEEL EXHAUSTED AND EMPTY. A LIFETIME OF FEAR IN THIS HOUSE. IN EVERY NOOK AND CRANNY AND ESPECIALLY IN THIS BEDROOM. I WOULD FEEL NUMB. THE NEUROPATHY WAS SURVIVAL DEFENSE. THIS HOUSE WAS INSTILLED WITH FEAR.
I DREAMED OF BUGSO COMFORTING ME WHEN ART ARMSTRONG GIVES AWAY MY CHRIST MAS GIFTS AND I HAVE TO RETRIEVE THEM. MY EMPTINESS.
ONE DAY AT A TIME.
WHILE I LIKE FIXING THINGS I'VE NEVER ENJOYED FIXING PEOPLE. I REFUSE. AND YET THEY COME TO ME. TOM WILL NEVER FIND THE PERFECT WOMAN. HE HAS TOO MANY FOREVER FEMALES. NIECES SISTERS COUSINS AND THEIR OFFSPRING. LIKE RABBITS. DEANA MUST BE REBELLING AGAINST HIS ENMESHED FAMILY. HE ACCUSED ME OF TRYING TO CHANGE HIM WHEN I HAVEN'T SEEN HIM.
OH, WELL. HE MUST HAVE LEARNED IT FROM HIS DAD.
I'M ENJOYING GOING IN AT 9, 10 O'CLOCK. TODAY 10;30.
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