Anybody by Jesse McCartney Tri Songfic
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Yet again the settlement was canceled and Sharon and the kid was back in the house. Its not the first time Sharon, my wife, called me an alien trying to eat her and Lil Jonny's brain and feast on their skulls in the middle of the night. Damn Jiminy Cricket, I love that crazy old coot so much she just might be the death of me.
But yet I have this heart ache every time she claims she's going to go live with her mother and never talk to me again. I don't know if she's bipolar or if its just all in her head. But this time she really had me thinking about what it really would be like if they weren't living here, me all alone.
Sometimes I can't imagine my life without Sharon. My friend, if I can really call them that. Mainly skulduggery when he comes around, and my other customers, whether their awake or unconscious when I ask them about it they all ask why I'm still with Sharon. 'Well that's easy, because I married her and she's Canadian so if I leave she has to come with me because she green card ran out.' I joke. But Sharon doesn't even know what side of the globe Canada is on, she doesn't like globes, says the 'little people' could be watching our every move from anywhere on earth with it.
Some think I'm serious and ask if iI accidentally stabbed my brain with the tools i use for tattoos. By then I don't know if they're the ones joking now or not, but they usually mysteriously end up unconscious right after be thus pressure point behind their neck I -might- just happen to know where it was. But I refuse to listen to what they say.
I really do care for my eccentric wife and I can't see my self with sending her to the crazy house. She does here own thing. Let her live her life. I hate goodbyes. I can't say goodbye to people knowing they will never come back in my life, especially after the tragic deaths of my own parents; what would my boy do without a father? Nothing I tell you. Absolute rubbish to grow up without one, otherwise you'd end up a cooky person running a tattoo or hair shop while baring a child and monitoring an insane wife. Nope, don't no nobody like that. Besides, this isn't the first or last time she'll drag that worn out trunk down the stairs saying 'this is it!' Gotta know this can't go on forever... just a couple of hours every other week.