We just got back to the house after going out to drop off some presents. We stopped at Speedway, my partners mom’s and then Sheetz.
While driving, the entire way from Cuyahoga to Lorain County, the people who have no family have nothing better to do than have conversations about my life inside my head. They act like the blonde woman with the older man from the bar that was there during our last dinner with Mike and Peggy.
Now, at home, I have spurts of torture and spurts of relative peace. They are not going to give me a break for the holidays. Yesterday, I had a break all the way up until the point I went to the hospital.
Somebody talking inside my head just bragged about how he’s making us watch Dave Chapelle because that’s what he made my partner put on TV. It is out of the ordinary, but it’s not the first time she’s put it on to watch in the background. This is the same guy who says he’s getting her raped at work.