Day 2001

Just when you thought it was safe....

Came in last night, turned down the electric heater. 9:41, Sybil THROWS open the bedroom door. SCREAMING that I must do something everyday to make It crazy(er). ????? God forbid I touch anything @ the address where I pay the mortgage. So, It RAGES, on a tear about my "sex addiction,"
how my laptop @ the old gig was taken because of that (????? Sick Bitch. Sick DELUSIONAL Bitch), told It I offered to call my boss and have It verify what transpired. Never let truth interfere with psychosis eh religion teacher? (79 hits to date on Youtube, and not one can believe they woke me up for that horseshit!).

So, from the same people whose son is allowed to call his father a faggot and pussy, last night add "bitch." Better, his mother repeates the phrase! GREAT parenting religion teacher!!!!! Wonder if Its friends know the son is allowed to do whatever the fuck he wants re: verbal abuse/complete lack of respect.

Re: Sex Addiction. God FORBID I look @ online porn. Yes, Virginia,  I masturbate. OH MY GOD!!! Speed dial a therapist!!! (Maybe, juuuuuuust maybe if Wife did Its Wifely duties I wouldn't havta jerkoff ???????? No, point to a sex addiction? This from a person whose idea of sex was to lie there soundlessly with minimal movement). All this in full view of our son-never heard of private conversations? Of course not, when you weren't properly parented how can you pass on what you never were exposed to?

Re: further allegations. It claims I should...... GOD FORBID, after 24 years of enabling the underserved to access treatment, I enjoy the fruits of 24 years of hard work? God forbid you acknowledge that.

Did It EVER point to that successful career? No. Instead, verbalize delusions re: what actually resulted in my retirement. Psycho.

As I receive e mails from my former students, does It ever point to THAT? No, of course not. Lives I've touched who, decades later, insist on showing their gratitude. Over years of teaching, children, now adults, who left imprints on my heart.

...but I need counseling.....