I am dead. ~Shelly
Caillou’s Daddy hasn’t touched me in weeks. Make that months. I don’t get it. To be honest, I’m not entirely sure how Caillou and Rosie even entered our lives. It’s like they’ve always been here. Caillou has interrupted us in bed so many times, but God knows he’s never interrupted any lovemaking. The last time he sauntered in here whining about shadows and some nonsense, Caillou’s Daddy actually got out of bed and made him hot chocolate. That child is never going to learn proper boundaries with that kind of parenting.
I’d accuse Caillou’s Daddy of sleeping with Miss Martin, but he’s such a eunuch I don’t think that’s possible. I’m sure Miss Martin wouldn’t turn him down. She’s such a floozie and a complete alcoholic. I smelled vodka on her breath this morning, I’m sure of it. But truthfully, how can I fault her? She teaches…
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