The Diary Entries

Counselling...

So, I have to go to weekly meetings with the school counsellor that my brother keeps setting up for me. Why? - because I refused to fucking apologise. So he's teamed up with that bastard counsellor in some poor attempts to have me apologise. I suppose the positive is - I get to check up on my son in school. I had caught one little bastard trying to trip my son up in the corridor, so I may of accidentally tripped the delinquent up... shouldn't of been in the way of my foot is all I'm saying.

The meetings are rather tedious, the mother fucker simply lectures me about my apparent attitude problem. Then questions if I will apologise to my brother, it ends with me saying no then him literally pushing me out the office calling me all sorts of names. And then I'll have another meeting the following week, same shit happens. How the fuck he became a school counsellor is beyond me, I even caught him screaming at a kids face then offer them a cookie afterwards. That man is not stable, I mean my husband and I caught him jerking himself off whilst changing personalities. I've never witnessed such a horrific act in my life. I'm surprised he had a dick left after that, the guy looked as though he was trying to mutilate the thing.

I been mostly relaxing at home, after our interesting night out with the family at an old farmhouse... it was...memorable I suppose. I found out that night, that my brother is really into his horses...