August 2015
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He’s withdrawn $300 out of savings and he’s done it 5 times since June 22nd.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.
Are We Still Having Spaghetti For Dinner? 