Limerence lane.
So how did I call to Papa Legba? And I'm sticking to my belief... Only way to make sense. How else could I have been offered this gift of the river and the maze. After he was beaten up Days full of painful, hurtful revelations. I sat here, unable to think or move. For hours. Singing: ...Mr State Trooper .....Please don't stop me ........Please don't stop me.. Pleading with life, luck and fate to open the way for me. I wanted out. I wanted out so bad. And would I have taken it? If my phone had rung. If As has now been said I heard the words "Please come!" No That is one thing I know about me... I don't let go until I'm sure. It's an ethics thing. I've done so many dumb stupid things in my past. I've learnt to stay still and think... Am I now sure? Sure that my husband really is intent on this being as bad as he has made it? That he really wants to alienate himself from us, his sons, from me? He has discovered who he thinks he really is...