The County Clerk
I awoke this morning to find a pair of thong underpants hanging from the rear view mirror of my car and a note on the passenger side telling me that if I like old guys so much I should start a business. There was a crudely drawn picture of a penis toward the bottom and a fake phone number that said "1-800-suck dick."
He's a crafty one, isn't he.
So, tired of all the bull shit, I went to the city police department and filed a complaint. I then went to the county clerks office and filed for a personal protection order.
He has made my life just absolutely miserable.
My whole life has been hard, I guess I should expect this to be too. Why would I expect anything less from someone who has never once ever put any thought into me. It has always been, all about him.
He's a crafty one, isn't he.
So, tired of all the bull shit, I went to the city police department and filed a complaint. I then went to the county clerks office and filed for a personal protection order.
He has made my life just absolutely miserable.
My whole life has been hard, I guess I should expect this to be too. Why would I expect anything less from someone who has never once ever put any thought into me. It has always been, all about him.
@ 3:28 PM
5 Comments:
Wow, he's not taking it well.
he is definitly not taking it well.
I'm sorry to hear about this phase of your life. It will get better - ~hugs~ Have you thought about going into a shelter, dropping out... he sounds genuinely scary.
I remember that day. . It actually had some high points. I Think. .you're much to pessimistic Sherri . . AREN'T Ya glad Easter is almost here.?
Crafty? Not so much, in my opinion--just crude. Hope you're okay!
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