Tom and I had a pleasant evening together. We chatted, did things around the house, and played with the rats. They sure were happy to be spoiled with both of us being present!

He’s going to his ma’s later on today and will see what he can find out as far as what Doe and Art may be sending, but more importantly, what might be being sent to them. If he can’t get it through to them that my life is none of their business, nothing can. Again, perhaps she hasn’t sent them a damn thing, but I will feel so, so betrayed if I find out she has. And pissed. Especially after I asked her kindly not to, explaining that what she saw in the restaurant was only their public faces and that after living with years of abuse, any contact with them would make me very uncomfortable. But I know you can’t ask most people shit. Not even the simplest, reasonable things. People are always going to do what they’ve got to do. If she is filling them in regularly, why would she put these people, whom she only met once and doesn’t know from a can of paint, before her own daughter-in-law, her son’s wife? And of course, Tom will defend and make excuses for her if we find out she has been sending updates.

I’ll just sit and wait to find out what we can and hope that whatever she does tell us is the truth. She could very well say she hasn’t sent anything when she really has.

God, how I hate how my folks always, always have to know my business! I mean, what are the odds of them finding out about the freeloaders’ warrant from where they are? About the same as the odds of a pig coming out here to discuss Tammy with me with a warrant out there after having no police contact for 10 years, save for the time the freeloaders called the pigs on us. So once again, God made sure that such freak odds allowed them to know my business because as Tom agreed, the pigs would have mentioned the warrant to Tammy after she called to defend the man who was supposed to have abused her and beat her daughter. They’d have mentioned it as a means of “consoling” Tammy, by letting her know they were after my ass anyway.

It’s like they’re still a part of my life, even with me way out here and after I’ve ignored them and cut as many connections as possible. And I thought the welfare bums were a case of always with me, always with them! I wish I could find out I’m just being paranoid, but I very rarely get this paranoid without a valid reason. Besides, I already know from past experience that they’ve taken lengths to keep tabs on me before. I don’t know why my business is so damn important to them, but it has been in the past, so I don’t see why that’d change. I know I shouldn’t give a damn, but it really bothers me to know that these people could very well know every time I pee! I totally regret giving them mom’s address, and sending them emails and regular mail back when I did this. It makes me wonder who I’ll come to regret giving my number and address to next.

Well, at least they can’t do anything. I’ll just keep that in mind. They can get pictures of my fat face that I don’t want anybody seeing, they can hear that I’ve been jail-free like a good little girl for a couple of years now, but they can’t do anything. At least I sure as hell hope they can’t, and I better hope I’m not missing anything here cuz these people are only 71 and 72. Young enough to do anything they might be able to do that I can’t foresee. They’ve easily got another 10-20 years left of their sorry existence.

In the past, I didn’t bother putting spells on them because I was just so indifferent to them, but maybe I should. You bet your ass I’ll be spelling his mom if I end up hearing anything I don’t want to hear! In that case, I’ll want nothing from her. Nothing. Just her immune system.

Later…

Tom assures me I have nothing to worry about as far as mom or Mary sending them anything which is fine because I can’t keep worrying about it. I have to live my life. They have no power or hold on me and they never will again.

I’m going to go work on my story. I think I’m going to kind of take Mary’s idea, which is a good one. Only instead of there being a jealous psycho trying to come between Kate and me, I’ll still turn Kate into a psycho, but maybe have another woman rescue me from her in the end.

After the groceries, I had dropped to a debt of $9, but now it’s up to $19 cuz I got Tom a present that can be for either his birthday or our anniversary, both of which are next week. It’s software for searching for all kinds of things like MP3s, movies, etc. I may also get him a shake mixer that blends shakes by the cup.