Post 10

Are you there Satan? It's me, Morganne.

You show no mercy, do you? Zero, not even part of the time. Not even when everything is going great for a couple of days here and there. 

This man, the one that completes my soul, just ripped my clothes off, layer by layer, checking the wrist lining of my hoodie, around the ankles of my leggings, spent an intense three minutes dissecting the waist band and down each of the legs, chuckling to himself the entire time, in utter and complete arrogance, proud of himself, almost looking down on me, but it wasn't funny. It scared me, to death. Not in a fearful sense, by any means, but a very "concerned for his well-being" type way. I can't really explain it any other way, so I apologize. I love this individual Satan, I need you to at least loosen the reins a little, because I'm losing my mother freaking mind, one day at a time. j

So, if you could do me a small favor, and keep your selfish nosey and bipolar jokes to yourself, and not around my family, that would be most appreciated. Leave him alone, please. He has to work all weekend, and he cannot work like this. He was sincerely out of control today. He was crying, screaming, panting, panicking, and couldn't sit still longer than 30 seconds intervals. I'm losing my mind, and his is already gone. Obviously. This will take me months to help him come back to himself again, do you understand that? MONTHS! He's an addict. He has a serious problem, and I'm afraid that this depression stage he's currently in, will only cause him to do more and more, every time, and I might as well place my present, my future, and my kid's living situation on hold. And I have none other than you to thank for that. 

My feet are planted. And I'm sure you've heard from the grape vine that sleeping is NOT my thing. Like Kevin Gates says, IDGT. :)  I won't go out like this, and I won't let him out like this either. I'm not moving. Period. 

See you soon, 

Morganne