I’ve been back on the farm since early December. I’m not going back to Worthington to live.
It seems that I deserve to be sick, and the Authority on that idea is my beloved husband.
Life gets teejious.
I will get over the resentment attached to these words at some point. I have to forgive him, but I don’t have to expose myself to him often anymore.
He thinks our problems are all about money. I can and do live broke. However, I can and will not stand for utter bullshit.
That’s all for now.