He didn't like my idea. But honestly, who cares? It's my house
right? Right!?! I mean technically it was a wedding present. But it's in MY
name. Besides, he didn't see what I saw. He just thinks I'm crazy. Like he's
around enough to tell when I'm normal or having an episode.
Anyway, I've
decided to turn half of our house into a refuge for abused kids. But Sam
doesn't want to. I wouldn't dare ask daddy. I should have just done it and not
asked Sammy.
And really, he's
never around long enough to know what I'm doing or who I'm with. I'll just hide
them! I mean we have a pool, 4 spare bedrooms as big as 3 regular ones, and
tons of extra stuff! Yep. I'm doing it. I'm gonna
...well crap. Sam
walked in and I had to shut my laptop so he wouldn't see what I was writing. It
was just a pep talk to myself, so no biggie that part of it got erased. I
don't really need a pep talk. I'm gonna do this. I really gotta
remember to save more often.
Anyway. Somehow he
knew what I was doing. Whether it was the look in my eye or the expansion plans
for the basement rooms sitting in the table, he knew.
He didn't say
anything. He just looked at me, set his briefcase on the table and went into
the kitchen. I was expecting some kind of angry argument but he sat down and
just stared out the window while he ate some pizza. Pizza. I didn't even know
we had pizza let alone that he would eat something that commonplace.
I could tell this
is just the start of the battle. He hasn't spoken to me since. Although
it's not really different from any other day. He comes home, eats, gives
me a peck, then goes to bed. He's always asleep before I crawl into bed.
If I go to bed that night. Tonight I won’t. I have too much
to plan, too much to do.
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