A CONVERSATION WITH MY MOTHER
I just got of the phone with my mother. Not sure what to think about it. She went to a psychic weekend. I guess you see 3 or 4 of them all weekend. She had a blast. I miss doing that stuff Kate.
She asked about my ex. Just told them I haven’t heard from him in a couple of weeks. I guess she went for the less is more approach. I have little quivers going down my back as I type.
One told her that she thought he could be dead. Just like that. Another told her she saw mourning cards, that he could be dead. And yet another one said she saw deep emotional problems, but she thought he might pull through them.
Holy shit! Now I don’t believe all these people when I have seen them. There has only been one that I believe was for real. And Kate knows who I am talking about. I do know for a fact that there are people out there with this gift for real. My ex mil’s best friend had the gift, for real. And she hated it. Never did the party tricks or anything like that. But if she saw something and it involved a close friend or loved one, she spoke up. And she was always right.
There go the quivers again. (Maybe that was because I was just having bad thoughts about what I was going to write next) Aw what the heck, I need a good laugh. I thought: Now if I just new if he still had the life insurance policy and I am still the benefactor................... Maybe I should call him and tell him what they said (he is sooooo into all that shit, he even wanted to go to one when I left him to find out if I was coming back) and if he plans to, to hurry up and get on with it.
I can’t help it. I have a sick sense of humor. Especially when I am stressed out. Now of course because I did write all that, if anything does happen to him in the near future, I will be racked with guilt. Like any good (recovering) Catholic would.
Hanging head in shame
Posted on 11/08/04 at 03:58 PM