10 June 2006

keeping away, for good.

The last keepaway game by McBeth.

Katie and Aud play for what they've no idea is the last time. The next day Aud would call her mama from her other aunt's house, in IA, to report nervousness due to her first 'leuse teuth'. Noone in my clan will see the goofy dog again. I'm temporarily broke. But they are away from Him and they are safe, and that is what is most important to me.

Please don't purposefully hurt the people you love.
If you can't use big boy or big girl words, under no circumstances will it ever be okay to resort to using your hands or your feet, or even bad little mean words, to try to get the attention you seek.

Take a break.
Call someone. Sleep it off.
Write, or walk, or cry.
But first and foremost: do no harm to another.

The costs are astounding. Your stupid stupid costs, you abusers, are remarkable and sad, while you yourself will remain completely unremarkable.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

wait... what happened to the dog?
hugs,
mabeth

mcbeth said...

Katie the dog belonged (belongs) to the man who had to use meanness to communicate. We moved my sister and niece far away from the mean guy so he cannot be mean to them any more - we hope. Unfortunately, it also has meant that the two sweetest and most innocent of the household (the kid and the dog) will lose one another as best pals.

Seriously sucktastic. Enormous suckitude.

Anonymous said...

i get it. thanks. truly sucktastic.
mabeth

mcbeth said...

nodnod

xo

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