Bank of America Rules as usual. No service, make ’em jump through hoops for a big fat NO. Now it all rests squarely on Steve. Let’s see if I can keep my mouth shut and let him do what needs to be be done. I really have a line of sailor’s terms running towards my mouth. BITE my tonge and clench my teeth – they shall not pass today.
Change
It's cold outside
And yet I'm drawn Into the moon's pure light
I raise my hands; entreating.
Where is your voice grandmother?
My questions tumble together.
I am WOMAN.
What is normal?
What changes should I expect?
When?
Who can I go to?
What should I do?
How do I change?
Why must I be the example
when there is none for me?
Shhhh . . .
Quiet . . .
Stand in the light . . .
Wait . . .
And it comes to me.
WOMAN
Mother
Questioner
Be still.
Hear the answers.
Life is change.
We do what must be done.
We sing.
We dance.
We cry.
We love.
We live.
WE are the grandmothers.
Ugh. I knew it. BoA is crap. What can steve do now?
I’m afraid what he can do will hurt us more than he understands. He is going to cash in his pension which is our sole support – and catch the house up. Then make payments on the house with it till G graduates. At least that’s his plan. If he gets enough money. He’s oblivious to the fact that measly monthly check pays our electric, water/gas/insurance and without it, we are fucked and left without a checking account that HE insisted we set up auto payments to the State of GA out of as well. So…who am I? just the stupid wife who’s name isn’t on the house title anyway. I could just scream.
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