Not even sure that road is more than a dirt road.

We were arguing. Both raising voices.

She told me to go home.

I said this is my home.

I'm not even sure what kicked it off. Maybe the fence needing replacement. The police asked me. I told them I really didn't know how it went off the rails.

She drags every mistake up, real or just perceived, yet she was only the victim.


H (me) 56 ; W 54 ; M 32 ; D 32 ; D 30 ; S 21 ; Grandkids: 12, 11, 10, 8, 1