Mr. Needy

It happened again.  And I'm not talking about Tottenham Hotspur getting battered at home by Chelsea after two red cards.  But the wild eyes, the slurring, the replacement for my love.  This time within the house, so more controlled than the bunk, still arguably worse.  The dropping of the child, asking to call the police, the knife to the breast.  How could I have foreseen that?  Here I was a bit frustrated at not greeting AA on arriving and retreating to the car.  Little did I know.  Full of shit/crap, what do you need, care about everyone but your own children.  The "gladiator" cutting to the bone.  At least it will pass.

Bold action required.  She needs support.  Change the priorities.  Fundamentally.  Tomorrow you have a 10AM call with DM, a 3PM with TOA, nothing else required.  The AAR will be filed, which sucks, but the process will run out in time.  The water co may need a CU but but but...  

You can figure it out.  Needs must and third time will not be a charm.  Go in for the cuddling and fix it for all time.  You have it in you to do.  At last the second submission has been completed.  Took awhile but it's at least an acceptable entry.  Challenge will be to do the same from M's perspective, but that's a challenge for another day.

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