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Created on: May 15, 2009
Mamma mia she had pulled up the carpet. How could she do such a thing? What was wrong with this house? What was being done? Equality?
Lucy! I said rather exasperated. My lovely little tabby and white cat going into hiding desperate to eat, as that's all my cats seemed to do, plus try to bring me all sorts of infested presents!
Everything seemed to be trying to fall apart with my three mangy lovable friends. Who could tell what would happen next? After all, I did not have the time to chase some people up more than once or twice to do jobs around the house, when they seemed totally unreliable not finding out my proper telephone number from me, for plainly topping up the loft insulation, since it had to be done properly! Instead, leaving a card, wasting my time, saying they had called around at an inconvenient time for me. I would use my power now!
It had to be done something positive was due to happen I knew it. Money of more than 5 a week had to be coming in after all, this was an equal world, not a man's world. Just because I was a single woman and had paid off my mortgage, nobody told me that I would have to have life insurance for the full term of 25 years, from whence I first got the mortgage. I felt exasperated. I deserved a decent life not one full of deceit and lies.
Well, it was time to be quiet to cover up the hurt. I would act positively, loving myself and doing my best to work with some people. Keeping some people closer than others but with passion on my side. This had to work I saw nothing but this working for me. If not, then I would look at other aspects of my life and resolve them.
Referring to my self-help books, I promised to turn over a new leaf. After all, there should be no people asking for mercy! No going with people whose company you did not enjoy. No bullying. But, above all, working together, rather than against people was the order of the day. That was subject to certain circumstances though what the other people were like and how they treated me. After all, there were enough people on the streets why should there be any more? It was the order of the day to get there.
If only I could start again in life, I would never have made the mistakes I did! Some things I would never have hesitated at at all. I was going to have to push myself to the limit.
At home, we had had a lovely ginger cat, half persian, half common tabby - which seemed the most attached to me - coming to lie on my bed at night, keeping my toes warm!
There had been too much bullying in our family it had been witnessed by a few friends/relatives who would pretend I think to stand up for me, but I guess that life was beginning to take it's toll. I had gone through a phase of life of becoming close to certain men but they never lasted. It was time to move on from the lies. Life was for living, earning a decent wage this year!
After all, some people had to be looked after, so they could help me up the ladder too. There were women's rights.
This was brought on by part of my childhood!
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