The Voices
2005-01-06 @ 7:17 a.m.

Well it's been about a year and a half since I've made an entry....as a matter of fact I didn't even know I could still add entries, anyway...I guess things have changed somewhat. My son Matt introduced me to his boss last year, and then worked very diligently to keep us together....as usual the spoiled brat got his way. Kevin and I moved in together and Matt moved out, basically handing over what he obviously perceived as the responsibility of his mom and siblings to Kevin. You had to be there. At some point I'll probably make an entry or two regarding the details, but today is probably not that day. Kevin has lived in this area since he left the Navy in 1992, so I guess you'd call him a local. He is one of those desert people who likes to go to places called "dunes" and fly about on skeletons of motorcycles and small cars. What nerve to think I'm strange for preferring a horse or broom. During the daily grind of going to work and transporting children, groceries, etc. he drives a big obnoxious red truck, I prefer a more understated black car. Again I digress, it's in my nature. The point is Kevin and I have worked really hard towards a common goal for almost 2 years and now I'm afraid I may knock the whole thing down. I know it isn't what's best for my family or me or Kevin but he's been accused of something so horrendous, and while I know for a fact, not just his word that it isn't true, I can't get over it. That treacherous little voice inside my head keeps asking me "What if?" I know, I need to stop listening to the voices....