Every step of the way we walk the line Your days are numbered, so are mine Time is pilin’ up, we struggle and we scrape We’re all boxed in, nowhere to escape City’s just a jungle, more games to play Trapped in the heart of it, trying to get away I was raised in the country, I been workin’ in the town I been in trouble ever since I set my suitcase down Got nothing for you, I had nothing before Don’t even have anything for myself anymore Sky full of fire, pain pourin’ down Nothing you can sell me, I’ll see you around All my powers of expression and thoughts so sublime Could never do you justice in reason or rhyme Only one thing I did wrong Stayed in Mississippi a day too long By: Sheryl Crowe

Sometimes there is just raw anger. Not for leaving me but his total lack of interest in closing this mess up. Just take vacation number 10 for the year. This time take a month! You need the time because you worked a good 3 hours a day for 5 days a week for the past few months. On the other hand I worked  full time at my job, and punched in and out every day. I have been making up time dealing with life. Dealing with the mess you left for everyone but yourself and your birth family  to clean up. Go have a drink and a toke and take your mind  off the mess. My guess is it never enters your mind. If there is any mind left. Yes this is total anger.  My family owns a business. I work full time and it was his job to handle the business. Well he leaves it to people that I do not know, nor do I trust. He just does not give  a damn about anything except his immediate pleasure.

How do you deal with this person. I do not want to anymore. The promise of the sale of this house  and closing is the only thing that keeps me going.  There is no reason to believe any word that escapes from his mouth. The prospect of being free from this bull energizes me. I never play games and never will.

I am in counseling which helps me to put my life in some kind of balance.  I am finding my inner strength to close this chapter of my life. This chapter is totally for this selfish person I once married. Thank God  we never saw 36years. As my sister in law often says in her southern drawl, “Praise be the Lord”!

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