Under Pressure
I had a weird dream about my step dad the other night. He was with my mom and Charlotte. He had grabbed Charlotte by the arm and sat her down. I was horrified he did that even though she was fine and coloring in her coloring book. He was making my mom count out the money she made and when he stormed off, I said we can leave him. She said he'll go away. Well. He did. I realized that when I woke up. I wouldn't tell my mom or she'd go off on a three hour dialogue about the things he did. Yes. There was a lot of bad but it wasn't some horror show either. He had zero patience and that can be unnerving when you're a kid. It has transferred over to adulthood. I get beyond nervous like the world is going to end. I hate that. Today, I came in the alley a different way, thinking that Jeremy went to work on a Saturday. He didn't. Byron had his white van parked and my opening wasn't that great to get into my side of...