Such as the fact that it is a deliberate snub when someone who is afraid to talk to you directly shows you by actions that she thinks you are less than nothing.
Like parking her car right in your face, then, when she is aware you are passing, having guys you associate with clean it.
Or having her son hire people from the same country as you as her labourers.
Which speaks volumes about HER, and the attitude she has taken as far as I am concerned.
And why, I have decided to dump her, and have nothing to do with her. At all.Because, as I said, EVERYONE chooses... and I will let you know when you have decided, and I close the door.
Should have known better than to get entangled between a mother and her kids, since I am a prime example of what happens to such as do.
However, the asshole...her son... is STILL on my hit list, and so is her daughter...the other one.
As for the women that would keep Michelle alive...mmm, I will have to leave the women as they are.
Which brings me to...the point of this whole thing. Because i have found out that my...voice has been with me from birth, and that what I asked for was really women who would LISTEN to me without words, whom I would call my...kids, women I would have all the time, and be certain of.
like the blonde chick that I called after I met Nicky?, who came to the beach and who saw where I was staying and who showed that she was more interested in showing she was no threat than in what I was currently using as living quarters.
Cant BUY that respect. Felt guilty about wanting her to prepare a place for me, but look at the alternative... I would be a beggar anywhere else, and no way am I going to be able to leave without some form of suitable accommodation and clothing first made.
She is my FIRSTBORN, as I said before, and I like it like that. I think she ought to make a place for me...like now.
then there are the three women I already made mention of; The Glencairn Heights girl, the Library girl the same day, and the girl with the cleft chin the day after...25 and 26 May respectively.
Then there is the girl who heard me when I got angry and spoke so soothingly on the phone... to her mother.
Then the girl who came to the beach, with her book Shopaholic Girl, who made me so...interested.
And then the other one still at the beach...funny, every one of them must have SEEN me come out of the hut, and yet they behaved so... humbly... themselves... I mean here the other girl who was diving with her two companions...the girl with the bright jeans and sexy waist.
then the lady who smiled so winsomely, the one with the blue eyes.
then the one who broke into the sexiest smile the moment she saw me.
Funny enough, the last one was a red-head who when she saw me come towards her at the beach, immediately got up from where she was and hurriedly put on a towel and covered herself, and then looked at me as though wondering she was now acceptable... and to NONE of these did I say a word.
These are the 'ten million dollars' that were meant to keep me from floundering in the spite of the butt-head family.
