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Today has been a melancholy one for me.
Last night someone hit Gabby, Axl's nine-month-old blonde tabby. Then they laid her body in our driveway. Roy discovered her, completely freaked out and thinking he had done it. Despite the fact that my husband absolutely hated Gabby, I seriously doubt he would have wanted to end her life. Besides, our cats know the sound of our car and would have ran to get clear or it.
I ended up volunteering to bury her myself. Barefoot, in my PJs, I dug a sizable hole to put her in after 1. Triple checking she was, indeed, gone (her neck and jaw were broken, she was completely limp, and I cried like a baby over her as I set about burying her) and 2. Putting her into two plastic bags before starting the half hour dig of fighting with tree roots.
And then I had to console Roy. Just a little. After he found out she was buried, he wasn't so jumpy about it. Not to mention yesterday was also my mom's birthday.
I haven't heard from my Staff Sargent all day, though I've sent him numerous messages, and it's not like him not to text back, considering how much he's interested in me. His internet must be out right now... he'd told me a few days ago that it might go out on him, and I'm not sure when (or if) he will contact me again.
His mother was Indonesian and his father was American...but he spent a lot of time in Jakarta, so he has an accent and was taught the ways of his mother's country. So of course, he's bilingual.
As I've said, I've been extremely cautious. I haven't met such a man before...the whole situation confuses the crap out of me. I mean, here I have been praying for a man in my life to love and cherish me unconditionally...to be equally yoked, treat me with respect.
I prayed about this situation today, I assure you.
Loyalty is all well and good, but if there is little to no love, no meeting of minds, no laughter and constantly fighting... constantly being called names, constantly being told by Roy he wants a divorce...
I'm not stupid, and I know he's not happy. We're coming up on our third year of wedded chaos, and the only reason why he hangs around is because he doesn't want to lose my daughters, and he doesn't think (or feel) that I can handle my children on my own.
Ludicrous.
Oh snap, my solider just got hold of me...
Last night someone hit Gabby, Axl's nine-month-old blonde tabby. Then they laid her body in our driveway. Roy discovered her, completely freaked out and thinking he had done it. Despite the fact that my husband absolutely hated Gabby, I seriously doubt he would have wanted to end her life. Besides, our cats know the sound of our car and would have ran to get clear or it.
I ended up volunteering to bury her myself. Barefoot, in my PJs, I dug a sizable hole to put her in after 1. Triple checking she was, indeed, gone (her neck and jaw were broken, she was completely limp, and I cried like a baby over her as I set about burying her) and 2. Putting her into two plastic bags before starting the half hour dig of fighting with tree roots.
And then I had to console Roy. Just a little. After he found out she was buried, he wasn't so jumpy about it. Not to mention yesterday was also my mom's birthday.
I haven't heard from my Staff Sargent all day, though I've sent him numerous messages, and it's not like him not to text back, considering how much he's interested in me. His internet must be out right now... he'd told me a few days ago that it might go out on him, and I'm not sure when (or if) he will contact me again.
His mother was Indonesian and his father was American...but he spent a lot of time in Jakarta, so he has an accent and was taught the ways of his mother's country. So of course, he's bilingual.
As I've said, I've been extremely cautious. I haven't met such a man before...the whole situation confuses the crap out of me. I mean, here I have been praying for a man in my life to love and cherish me unconditionally...to be equally yoked, treat me with respect.
I prayed about this situation today, I assure you.
Loyalty is all well and good, but if there is little to no love, no meeting of minds, no laughter and constantly fighting... constantly being called names, constantly being told by Roy he wants a divorce...
I'm not stupid, and I know he's not happy. We're coming up on our third year of wedded chaos, and the only reason why he hangs around is because he doesn't want to lose my daughters, and he doesn't think (or feel) that I can handle my children on my own.
Ludicrous.
Oh snap, my solider just got hold of me...