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tinhuvielLlew told me a few minutes ago that Billy's MRI came back and poor Billy has a degenerating vertebra, so it looks like he won't be working after all. I asked Llew if that meant he was going to be taking care of Billy. He told me yes. Then he said that Billy and Melanie were doing their taxes and would be starting to pay him back soon. I told him that I hoped so, but what if they didn't? "Then I will run out of money," he replied.
I could feel the rage worming around in my chest. It physically hurt me, this perfect crystalline fury.
In as calm a voice as I could muster, I said that I wouldn't run out of money, that I'd take more drastic measures, just to ensure that I keep myself safe. He hemmed and hawed, then had to go because a customer came in. I heard them come in, so I know he wasn't just trying to get me off the phone.
I hope he doesn't call me back.....not any time soon. If he does, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold my tongue and I'll tell him (AGAIN) exactly what I think of his grifting white trash daughter. Then he'll tell me that he'll handle it and that it's really none of my business, this is his family. He's told me this before. But this time.....this time I will tell him that, if it's none of my business, then I don't want to hear anything else about it. I don't want to hear how he's throwing his livelihood away while his bitch daughter and her bastard child live it up with her criminal boyfriend. I don't want to hear Llew bitching about how mistreated he feels when he's fucking allowing it to happen. It's his bed of filth, let him lie in it at leisure.
Of course, that will open a whole can of worms. He won't like the truth being told to him. And he'll inform me that, if I can't accept his family, then we have serious problems. Then I will inform him that, as long as his family is taking him for a ride, I really don't see a future for us anyway.
And that will be that. We'll go our separate ways. I'll live my hermit life and he can run off and have his family all to himself until he runs out of money and they run out on him. He'll be homeless, broke, and more than likely jobless since he can't seem to get the balls to confront Gretchen about committing to him at AIM. Maybe he deserves his misfortune. He apparently has no qualms about letting it live in his home and take him for everything he's worth. I'm tired of his belly-aching. Do something about the situation or stop your bitching! Don't dump this grief on me, who'd just as soon see Melanie take a flying leap off a tall structure as to have to look at her ugly ass ever again.
Billy may have a spine problem, but apparently so does Llew.
He has no fucking spine.
I could feel the rage worming around in my chest. It physically hurt me, this perfect crystalline fury.
In as calm a voice as I could muster, I said that I wouldn't run out of money, that I'd take more drastic measures, just to ensure that I keep myself safe. He hemmed and hawed, then had to go because a customer came in. I heard them come in, so I know he wasn't just trying to get me off the phone.
I hope he doesn't call me back.....not any time soon. If he does, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold my tongue and I'll tell him (AGAIN) exactly what I think of his grifting white trash daughter. Then he'll tell me that he'll handle it and that it's really none of my business, this is his family. He's told me this before. But this time.....this time I will tell him that, if it's none of my business, then I don't want to hear anything else about it. I don't want to hear how he's throwing his livelihood away while his bitch daughter and her bastard child live it up with her criminal boyfriend. I don't want to hear Llew bitching about how mistreated he feels when he's fucking allowing it to happen. It's his bed of filth, let him lie in it at leisure.
Of course, that will open a whole can of worms. He won't like the truth being told to him. And he'll inform me that, if I can't accept his family, then we have serious problems. Then I will inform him that, as long as his family is taking him for a ride, I really don't see a future for us anyway.
And that will be that. We'll go our separate ways. I'll live my hermit life and he can run off and have his family all to himself until he runs out of money and they run out on him. He'll be homeless, broke, and more than likely jobless since he can't seem to get the balls to confront Gretchen about committing to him at AIM. Maybe he deserves his misfortune. He apparently has no qualms about letting it live in his home and take him for everything he's worth. I'm tired of his belly-aching. Do something about the situation or stop your bitching! Don't dump this grief on me, who'd just as soon see Melanie take a flying leap off a tall structure as to have to look at her ugly ass ever again.
Billy may have a spine problem, but apparently so does Llew.
He has no fucking spine.
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Date: 2004-02-04 08:46 am (UTC)Re:
Date: 2004-02-04 08:53 am (UTC)Perhaps it's time to end this.
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Date: 2004-02-04 07:56 pm (UTC){{{hugs}}} I always have a shoulder available.
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Date: 2004-02-04 07:59 pm (UTC)I will inform him that, as long as his family is taking him for a ride, I really don't see a future for us anyway.
That's a sad place to be. :(