Heartland drama subsides, to be replaced by work drama (which I’ve already mentioned)….
…and then this weekend, I hear from my Mother that she had been speaking to my son, Ian—who told her that the ex-wife and her cracker-ass S.O. have been telling the kids that I have no job and I’m just living off
Nice. They’ve seen my books. They know what I do, and yet she is determined to bend the branches so that the trees grow in her image. She despises me, so they must as well.
I don’t fucking think so.
Just sent the nasty-gram, informing her that she needs to knock that shit off, or my lawyers will get involved again. This is emotional abuse, pure and simple, and I’m not going to stand idly by and let it happen.
Right now, I just want to braid up, paint my face and hack at something.