"The Price of True Love

can be high," - sle.  I know all the pain and suffering I have done, and will probably keep on doing, I could have avoided, but Sweet Pea is worth it.  She seems to be handling it pretty well.  Seems like she, in a way, accepts my hating the creep.  I really don't like the fact the creep's son has called Sweet Pea a couple of bad names.  Sure mom made excuses for it.  Just slow steps, but getting there.  Learning more and more.  And I am feeling stronger all the time.  People, like Boo's mom, really think I am stupid.  I will never just sit there and listen to a liar.  Don't know her ass from a hole in the ground, but is going to BS me like he does her.  Well, she is a liar.  She was with Janet, but Janet was her mother.  I am not and don't plan to ever believe her.  She is a LIAR! and it comes to her easily.  Janet always forgave her.  I won't.  Her lying and trashy behavior is only going to hurt Sweet Pea in the end.  And others.  Can't forgive her for that.  Janet was a big girl, but Sweet Pea and the others are more helpless.  Sadly, ain't much more than I can do except try to make it to early next year, for Sweet Pea's sake.  Mr. Kenny, had a long listening session with him, today.  Things he regretted and other things.  He means well.  She can't even call him Uncle Kenny.  No feelings or caring.  Just for piles of trash.  To bed.  Scab came off toe, but will keep trying to find what works.  Got plenty of time I think.  Cold is coming tomorrow for a few days.  Oh, my.  Tomorrow.  Didn't sleep much, but slept well when I did.  Nice morning.  Drive to work was pleasnt.  "Drama" was the right word provided by Dee.  But?  It does have me thinking of coming up with a title, haha.  Oh, the book rep.  If she wasn't married.  We always seem to have a nice talk.  She born and raised in New Orleans.  From my generation, or near it.  Almost time for class.  Sweet Pea was home.  Had to change into something more comfortable.  Maybe I shouldn't use the word home.  Have to talk with a lawyer.  The best thing I have a good recommendation for one.  What nags me, how do you worry about stealing someone out of their property, even if you could argue community property though it was build after the divorce with my money, how do you worry about that as your mother is dying on her death bed and making me believe she sold it to a pile of crap she didn't like.  Thing, Janet couldn't sell what wasn't hers alone.  But on her death bed when not in her right senses.  What scum.  Wasn't going to do anymore books for Mr. Kenny, but doing them one more time and I told him I wasn't after this time.  Talk with ?  No more shopping.  Talk with ?  On her death bed.  How?  And he bragging about it.  He brought it.  Not worth the paper it was written on.  That is not stealing.  Huh.  Decency.  Trash has none.  Oh, if that book rep wasn't married.  Haha.  A higher life style and class than trash.  The Hundred-Foot Journey, about Indian cook in France, his father's restaurant across from a French restaurant, some bonus film with the actors and actresses.  Interesting.  Chance and Rosie playing.  Oh, boy.  Boo on YouTube.  Just one-half of mortgage and electric is $855.  But doesn't want to pay rent or turn off electric fan, cut down electric.  Enough of them.  Thing,  It is all making me harder, but in a mature way.  Still can barely control myself when the b*stard is around.  To try to lie to me and think I am so stupid not to know the b*stard is lying.  He din't steal my money.  Have his signature on the package.  Anyway, to think I am stupid enough to believe him.  And she lied, too.  But, they are self-righteous, hypocrites.  Boo needed her Cheese Puffs, top of fridge.  Time for finding a movie.  Silverado.  Never saw much but the ending before.  OK.  Like many of the actors.  Oh, my.  Cold coming in.  Chance and Rosie went out and pee-peed and played a little.  Playing inside.  Getting dark.  'Drama' seems to be that magic word.  It has got to end.  Just a matter of time, maybe, sooner.  Soft, cushion beneath toe.  Pad on it for a couple of days or more.  God does work in a mysterious way.  This book rep seems she might be a start of a new path, but in time.  Not so much in a romantic way but in a writing way.  Or both.  Movie ain't bad.  Do enjoy the ending.  Entertaining.  Roses seem to enjoy the cooler weather.  Can't believe New Orleans has gotten so bad.  Dayna said it was.  She was glad being on the lakefront in Mandeville.  Sweet Pea found something interesting on YouTube.  Well, do have a great night sleep.  And the bestest of dreams.  Midterm grades to be done this week, but shouldn't be much.  Mainly, the discussion posts.  Will have to start looking for places with apartments, again.  Sure rent is increasing, but fingers-crossed not as much as I will be paying here.  Selling the place or walking away.  Lawyer will tell me that.  The book rep did laugh and chuckled knowing I was paying for most everything and they were stupid enough to keep fighting and hurting me and making it more difficult to keep.  But she said mother's today, when I said I couldn't understand a mother not wanting better for their children.  She shook her head, yes.  She did say she would be praying for me, which made me feel good.  The two hugs when greeting and leaving were heart warming.  Haha.  We had the same colors on.  Again, good night and God bless.