Well, my dear husband is off again. Supposedly to Blockhead’s but The Saint tells me he’s going to Harley’s. My mother is driving down to get proof for me. As soon as I told her she jumped in the car and went. She’s about 3 hours into the trip. It should take him 6 hours, assuming he doesn’t stop, if he really ever does stop. Maybe all this anxiety stuff is just a bunch of bullshit.
He’s withdrawn $300 out of savings and he’s done it 5 times since June 22nd. The Saint also told me he bought her 2 new iPhone 6s. So the Verizon bill that is supposedly for his mom and Pastor Fake is actually for the whore and her daughter. He promised her kids a Great Dane puppy and to buy her daughter a car. That was after he fixed her truck. He’s so dead to me. And he is going to be in for such a rude awakening when he’s left with $1600/month. He has to pay rent, utilities, buy gas, buy alcohol and Kodiak, and buy food. Wonder how much she’ll want him then.