What can you do
Jul. 29th, 2005 07:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
brightrosefoxThis horrible situation with Libby and Bernie and their supposedly trusted friend who has just proceeded to destroy their happiness, and probably their lives, has made even the skies weep in anger. It has been pouring nonstop all day, violent splatters, walls of water.
Kat and I went on an errand run -- I am now officially Mrs. Joanna Capello-Paul. And Kat prepared herself for her long drive to Albuquerque. She leaves next week. She will be staying with us in the meantime. Her husband arrives on Sunday, from Japan. Yes, he was cheating. Prick. I hate to see Kat so hurt. I wish I knew what to do. So I comfort her in girl things. We go shopping, on a budget. We get ice cream. We discuss skin care. We discuss movies. She is Adam's chosen sister, after all; one of them. I just want to make sure she is happy. I want her husband to make her happy again.
Her cat, Piewacket, is very amusing. She looks like a real Halloween kitty -- wild black fur that sticks out, huge slanted glowing yellow eyes, and a loud long throaty yowl. Puff seems to get along with. Tuesday, of course, doesn't.
My husband and I have been overwhelmingly loving. I am very very happy. This morning we never wanted to let go. I adore the feel of his breath on the back of my neck when we spoon, I love the soft sweet sighs and murmers he makes when I kiss him everywhere and rub his back. I need him. He needs me. We want each other. This is good.
That man though... this man is truly evil. He doesn't care who he hurts. I hope justice is served. I hope my in-laws can get what they need. I am scared. But I cannot think about this too much; it will hurt me. And Libby herself is trying so hard not to upset me or scare me. She really loves me. I am hurting so badly for her. Damn that asshole. That prick. That unbelievable fucking insert-terrible-epithet-here. I hate. I hate. I loathe. I seethe.
No one hurts my family.
Kat and I went on an errand run -- I am now officially Mrs. Joanna Capello-Paul. And Kat prepared herself for her long drive to Albuquerque. She leaves next week. She will be staying with us in the meantime. Her husband arrives on Sunday, from Japan. Yes, he was cheating. Prick. I hate to see Kat so hurt. I wish I knew what to do. So I comfort her in girl things. We go shopping, on a budget. We get ice cream. We discuss skin care. We discuss movies. She is Adam's chosen sister, after all; one of them. I just want to make sure she is happy. I want her husband to make her happy again.
Her cat, Piewacket, is very amusing. She looks like a real Halloween kitty -- wild black fur that sticks out, huge slanted glowing yellow eyes, and a loud long throaty yowl. Puff seems to get along with. Tuesday, of course, doesn't.
My husband and I have been overwhelmingly loving. I am very very happy. This morning we never wanted to let go. I adore the feel of his breath on the back of my neck when we spoon, I love the soft sweet sighs and murmers he makes when I kiss him everywhere and rub his back. I need him. He needs me. We want each other. This is good.
That man though... this man is truly evil. He doesn't care who he hurts. I hope justice is served. I hope my in-laws can get what they need. I am scared. But I cannot think about this too much; it will hurt me. And Libby herself is trying so hard not to upset me or scare me. She really loves me. I am hurting so badly for her. Damn that asshole. That prick. That unbelievable fucking insert-terrible-epithet-here. I hate. I hate. I loathe. I seethe.
No one hurts my family.
