September 1, 2005
State of Affairs; Chez Spinster Turns One Year Old
All the tragedy on the news, all the work, all the dirty laundry, the need for astrology, all of it. Eclipsed the anniversary.
Yes! Anniversary! Of sorts.
September 1 was the one year mark since you-know-who packed up and hauled ass out. Left me and the cats wondering. he left, in fact, and did not call me or make any contact for a week, while I was alone for the first time in a decade and during the same weekend my parents weathered out one of four hurricanes that hit them last season. It was for the best really that he was such an ass right up front, because it spared me having any sweet feelings left for him. He moved out on a Thursday and by Saturday at noon I knew -- knew he'd never be back in my life. Like a lot of people, you can shit on me to an extent... but if you show a blatant disregard for my family I WILL CUT YOU.
I mean, i may cry first, but I WILL CUT YOU.
All this tragedy in the news totally focused me. Ya'll, these cats and my family and my friends and my own two feet are here with me, fuck all those who leave us. My Uncle Truman is a Republican, but I love him all the same.
Posted by laurie at September 1, 2005 10:15 PM