At Peace

Hubby is in Illinois visiting his mother. I’ve just called home and even the owner is rested. The kids are with him. There’s peace in the household. Sad to say, my kids are not there. I got up this morning without “I’m hungry” thing of my daughter. Or the hollering and screaming of my son when he gets excited. Or my daughter trying to wake up the mechanic. I think this is the other face of separation. When the matrimony dissolves and there are kids in between.

It broke my heart a little bit seeing my daughter taking off with her father and without me being on the front seat. I gave her kisses on her face, but I felt it wasn’t enough. She was sleeping away, in a perfect world with perfect parents who do not call each other bitch and ho. No more I do more than what you do, I pay for this, I pay for that and you are not doing anything, you can’t clean, you can’t cook. At least for a week.

At Ease, but freedom is not free.

Who is Like to God?

My Mechanic and I have been together now close to three months. Due to my living arragements we are all sharing a house ( Hubby, Him, Tabby, Dumb-Wise, The Owner, The Kids). Hubby is not making the situation any easier.
For as long as I can remember, since I moved there, he said I could do whatever I wanted. And then is when everything got difficult. Since I started seeing my Mechanic, he has become the farmers' dog. He said he doesn't care what I do, then he is meddling into my business. Looking for stuff on the computer to blame me. Trying to say that I am avoiding the kids because I am working overtime. That I am forgetting Christmas because I didn't buy anything for the kids. (¿?). And my Mechanic comes to save me.
Saturday my daughter for some reason was vomiting. I was half asleep when Tabby woke me up and told me what was up. Since My mechanic knew I was under the effects of two benadryls ( darn allergies ) he went to wake up hubby. Hubby said he was tired. My child being sick and his only excuse was he was tired. My Mechanic then got really upset. They almost started fighting. I grabbed my child and took her to the living room. I saw My Mechanic; like a night in shinning armour, beating every argument that Hubby would say. His voice turned from sweet and soft, yet manly, to a very masculine, battlelike if not scary tone. His eyes were turning red on rage. He was breathing deeply, with deep breaths. A different side. Could this be the same man who was kissing me all over hours before making me shake to the core in extasis the same man who now will slith another man's throat?
St. Michael is one of the 7 Angels and is the highest. He is the prince of the heavenly bodies. He took one on one Lucifer himself defeating him and evicting him from heaven to the bowels of hell. My mechanic is very close to take one on one on my husband.
I have always compared my husband to the devil himself. He comes to you with a suave and inofensive and so sad puppy that you think he is the greatest thing since slice bread. Then he tangles you into his web of lies and covers your eyes with a shroud of insecurity ( things you cannot do when you can ), with conflicting stories about his life and at the time of confrontation, he comes with more lies and more lies that you can't tell left from right. And you find the truth, you are so angered and fed up that you are ready to go; and he shows the suave side again. Reeling you in.
I think having St. Michael on my side will help me defeat the devil.

The Farmers' Dog

Well, So Cletus is dead. Finally the engine died on me. I was driving on the way back to work and the car started to rattle and died on me. Cletus has been down for a month now and the only way to fix it is literally doing the car as a total. the car is not even worth 1k dollars and an engine will cost close to 2k if you want something that won't die / kill you.
So soon to be ex hubby was in the search of getting a new car. He said he didn't want to pay more than 250.00 a month for a car. But here he is, driving a mother fucking lincoln. Looks nice on the outside and to rub it on my face he said he doens't want to risk it, so because of that, I am not driving it. I guess it comes with the perks if getting a divorce. Apparently he was right. I am the reason of his debt, his problems, his sickness, is all me. All he did was set me free and he got a new car, apparently he is saving money. He is doing much better without me. Apparently I was the reason of his problems. I wonder if this man would have had a better fate if he never hooked up with me. Heaven knows if he would have been the next CEO of freaking Bill Heard but I was on the way, always nagging and bitching because he wasn't making enough money. What if I would've stood by him? I guess I'll never find out

I became what I dreaded and made fun of: The farmers' dog