I am going through one of the most difficult periods of my long life. I realise that as a result of having allowed myself to be bamboozled into joining a Cybeline cult as a Priestess and being unable to convince London Fog that the whole so-called "church" was ne'er anything but a bunch of weirdos trying to avoid property tax and fleece anyone gullible enough to fall into its clutches, I then allowed myself to fall into an abusive relationship.
Although I am quite sure I was right that the mother superior of the cybele worshipping madhouse to which I refer is basically demented and dishonest it binded me to the fact that the person who she was trying to get rid of on the grounds that she was being terrorised was indeed behaving in a manner that justifie her fear and desire to get out of the situation. Now that I'm the one who feels that I can't be in my own house because of this individual's antics I honestly question what the whole horror show has been about,
So far we have had the feline attacking me after a change of her meds, just rampaging against me because I stopped pretending to have a romantic relationship with her after the first time she got abusive towards me when I vowed not to be around her without London fog, although I did spend Christmas and Thanksgiving weeks up there with her without major incident because she lives with Little Rabbit, my beloved Indian companion. However, nobody is so beloved that I am willing to live in an abusive and potentially dangerous situation.
It seems as if the last two years have been a nightmare of some sort. Captain Jacket has had our home in Brooklyn 'rennovated' by a flamboyantlt Gay interior designer masquerading as an architecht and a genuinely good contractor who unfortunately hired the Red Stripe beer guys to install pumbing that leaks, doesn't work and doesn't pass inspection.
In this past week the Dwarf has been put in the loonie bin again, the Moose has been in and out of an emergency room and is still apparently incontinent, Good ol reliable Nathan is in need of a place to live and we would be in aposition to help these people if we could stop having our lives and our home upstate run by a lunatic that we're all afraid to cross.
Meanwhile Commissiner Coat has moved to New Orleans and the whole family except me are going to be down there for Mardi Gras. I decided to stay behind as a cost cutting measure, but thought I'd be able to stay upstate.
More as events unfold.
- posted by Chelsea @ 4:02 PM