Angry and resentful
I’m not ready to blog in full detail about this, but let’s just say that I am NOT a happy camper about it all. Yes, Mike is in the hospital, but because he is there, he is likely not going to die. Even though I feel as if I want to kill him when he gets out. I feel like getting some cattle supplies, and arranging a stampede. But that won’t happen, as we’re not zoned here for cattle. Oh, well.
All I will say now is that I was feeling guilty over supposedly being selfish over our April 8 baseball trip, only to find that I was not the selfish one after all.
He did this to himself. And that’s all I’m publicly saying right now.
