That time of the month

OK,. this is the last of these.

A year ago was the end of a giant month of shit.  The last weekend was worst.

Friday – battery and threats

Saturday – no more pretense of normalcy for the kids, attempted seduction, more threatening behavior when that failed.  Thank goodness my phone didn’t go off.

Sunday- take the kids to their mom’s.  Watch a little football.  Come back to wailing.  Hide.  Wailing continues and moves to the bedroom.  From the doorway:  “Is there something you need?” “Get in here or get out.”

Done deal.  Grab the overnight bag, slip out and make the “Gimme shelter” call.  Then call her shrink, because she is completely unhinged…

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