He says, I don’t care if you believe it or not, if you accept it or not, it’s happening, do not ball your hands into little fists, I won’t be here to see it.
Today Lady’s husband, Richard, left her while Lady was crouched over the toilet in the master bathroom, scrubbing the bowl with a blue coarse sponge, the toilet that the husband peed in that very afternoon.
The children are not there, thankfully.
