Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 142664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 713(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 713(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Anyway, they had no choice but to leave there, and then the two of them seemed to put the one brain cell they shared together and call someone with the last little bit of battery life they had left on their phones.
Once again, Jackie followed them when someone picked them up from there and first dropped Helen off at her Dad’s and stepmom’s while Mitzie went home with the guy who I had never seen but was maybe her boyfriend. He looks like the type she would usually hide and date since her mother was always pushing her to marry someone in a higher financial bracket.
I sent my brothers and their wives a group text letting them know that we were coming home and that I would organize a family dinner soon. That was my way of letting them know that I had forgiven them because, after much thinking and my husband’s nagging, I came to the conclusion that they, too, were victims.
I read up some more about my Mom’s illness, and all it did was make me angrier at Dad. Granted, I don’t think he had the first clue what was going on with her, but it just made me think of how sad and alone she must’ve felt while her mind was turning against her, only to have to endure the horrors of a cheating asshole and divorce.
Garrett has been trying to get me to give him another chance which he soon gave up when I told him I’d do the same shit to him and see how he likes it. I’m pretty sure he believed me because I got the fucking of my life, which is what he threatened. As if that was going to stop me if I set my mind to it.
I am not one for living by other people’s opinions because people are entirely full of shit. They’re always quick to tell you what you should or should not do when they themselves have never faced the same situations.
When I told him this, he claimed I was holding his healthy upbringing against him, and I told him to fuck right off, which he did. Of course, he called me pigheaded, stubborn, and stuck in my ways, and when I told him ‘your mother,’ he learned to leave me the fuck alone.
Denny and Lacey are fighting it out online, and I can only get the play-by-play through screenshots from friends since my husband threw me off social media and did something that won’t allow me to get back on, not even with an assumed name. Wealthy people are pains in the ass because they have power that I am not yet familiar with, but once I get the hang of this shit, I am going to make his ass pay.
It’s still taking me a minute to get the hang of everything, like not having to go through customs like everyone else. They basically send someone to the plane, and someone else takes care of it, and that’s it.
I didn’t even know there were so many people on the damn plane until we got off. And then the fucking cars that followed us everywhere, which my husband warned, were not going anywhere no matter how much I bitched and moaned about my privacy.
Anyway, Denny and Lacey are battling each other online with name-calling and accusations. He claims she’s a dirty bitch that ruined his life, and she claims she couldn’t even find his dick the times they fucked, and now she’s pregnant.
It looks like his family is pushing for marriage, and he’s saying no until they get a paternity test, which will be months away because she’s afraid to do the early one in case it hurts the baby. His family agrees and is pushing for an early wedding so the baby won’t be born a bastard.
I say she’s not pregnant, and if she is, the kid might not be his because she’s been run through more than an oscillating sprinkler in high summer. But it’s none of my business. My fervent wish is that they do get married, and if she is indeed pregnant the child turns out not to be his.
Hubby was walking around the house since he’d never been here before and I was letting him do his thing before I lay down the law. “You like it?”
“It’s a beautiful place. Kinda big, which works well since we’ll be having so many kids to fill all those rooms upstairs.”
This place has eight bedrooms; I don’t know who in the fuck… I lost my train of thought. Whatever.
“Now that we’re here, let’s get some things straight; well, there’s only one thing really. You and I are a team. The first time you side with someone else against me that will be strike one. We’re playing by the three-strikes rule. Maybe you should write this down.”