The night ended with my pointed finger at pee in the sacred space of my and my husband's room. "You tell me sister is lying to me!" "Your sister tells lies to you." "If you tell me that I'm leaving!!" "Your sister tells lies to you." Out he goes, loud slamming of doors.

My husband checked out hours ago. I've been trying to handle all the ususal therapist' neurotic anxieties about business issues they don't understand. princess is so fucking evil. My husband gave pee a man to man Christmas gift, a beautiful watch. princess, of her own accord, after the gift had been given over Cristmas, decided to corrupt it for him. She told him that the only reason my husband had given that watch to him was so that my husband's grandchildren would have something to recieve. There has been so much crap here with drugs, stupid teenagers, her utter will to destroy whatever is around her.
I was wanting to process my grief about Skippy with him last night. I did not realize it, but instead of using the pronoun 'her' I used 'it.' I did it three or four times before I realized it. I said, in all true and due regard to her, "I wanted to heave it out of the paddock!!" "It would not leave me alone to know what to do!" "It has added a layer of grief and unknownness that I cannot adequately express the feeling of." It was not conscious.

There is a part three four, five, oh my god, make it stop. No more.

princess had lunch plans with a 'model' friend. She's a holy roller in terms of animal welfare. She could not be bothered with handing a check from my account to the the person who took Skippy to the same place as my sister's horse Lil. But, goddamn, that lil gal was sure all about the final scene with Skippy. I cannot, will not ever be able to adequately express how much I despist this dumb girl. She was, unbeknownst to my husband and me looking at housing situations which involve princess paying rent. First I've heard of it, ladies and gents.