Fear Of Seven Horrors

Yesterday was torture, and ya… It is not going to get any better. I shall now have to live with the fact that Betty is my mother-in-law. Still, just the mention of the word makes my body cringe. I think, in a way, I was happy that I would never have one, but I guess a man can only dream for such a short while.

Now I sat with Isabella in that kitchen for nearly almost two hours, and she did not say a single word. Yes, it frustrated the shit out of me because, in the back of my head, I know that there is going to be something that sticks up its ugly head. And as certain as I know that I am Clayton Jackson, that is as certain I will be to divorce her lying ass.

So I shall leave it where it is and hope for the best to come.