As if I don't have enough going on in my life. Earlier in the evening the doorbell rang and I just thought it was neighbor kids and didn't answer, since trying to stay cool.
Well early am I open the front door trying to cool the house and a business card from a sheriff drops to the floor with a note to me scribbled on the back to call him.
Well my heart sank. My first reaction, something happened to my h. Why does a sheriff come to your home unless death and wanting information? Of course, my body was shaking. I tried to call the sheriff back only got his v-mail. I tried reaching h and no answer.
Now I am left wondering what business does this sheriff have with me.
When is this nightmare going to end? I am sucked into a world I know nothing about.
Me 50 H 42 S 22 S 9 D 7 M 12 T 17 H moved out 8/2006 H moved home 1/2007 for 3 weeks H moved home 5/2011 for good
"Learn from yesterday ~ Live for today ~ And hope for tomorrow"