She's gone and I'm so very very angry
I took my aunt to the airport today. If I didn't hurt so bad because of the fibro, I would have skipped out of the airport.
She crossed so many lines I can't think straight. She's a sick miserable dry-drunk. She's also a pervert. Sorry, but I can't even think straight. The only thought that continually goes through my head is that I need to clean my house from a spiritual standpoint. Does that make sense to anyone?
Hopefully with a good nights' sleep, I'll be able to post the last few days happenings.