Happy Hallmark Holiday aka “Mother’s Day.”
It’s actually Anthony Fauci’s 90th day not in jail or hanging from a tree for murdering my brother, Timothy Cochran.
Viva is a raving lunatic stealing my wife from me so she can have a human to torture until they die like she has done to four other humans in her life. She’s basically demon possessed.
Aimee is miserable having to deal with it 24/7/365. Because every time she tries to call me or visit, the beast attacks and presses every raw/worn-out button on Aimee and sets her off with more of life’s pain and misery. It’s sad to be trapped here looking after my two mentally failing parents. Mother laid in the bed all day and still hasn’t gotten up because Father waits on her feeding her, bringing her drink and ignoring the festering cesspool the mattress has become since Christmas when they arrived unplanned for forever. The dogs require as much attention as the parents less the floor is swamped with Maggie’s crap and piss. Which in turn causes the other two to piss on her messes to prove they are the male of the bitch creating the pile/puddle.
And through it all, stfc wants me to grind that “game” out for 15 fucking hours straight.
Here is the latest from poor Tracy and the girls. I miss him too greatly. I so want to call and have someone to talk to about this current scene, but I have to let Christ know and ask him to let Timothy know. But thank goodness there are no tears in Heaven so they say.
God bless