That's what my life has become. Again, I don't feel comfortable getting too detailed. But I've found myself in the position where a) I am receiving friendly greetings from more than one man in CID at the Bexar County Sheriff's Office and b) I'm having to repeat the story of my husband leaving me again & again.
I swear to God, every time I hear myself say, "He moved out of our trailer into my cousin's trailer" I hear Flatt & Scruggs in the background. (Dueling Banjos, anybody?)
God bless those of you in law enforcement who have to deal with us rednecks every day.
My prayers are with the folks in Philly who just lost one of their own. I hope y'all find that bastard & hang 'im. (Hey, if we can't do lethal injections anymore, maybe the rope will make a comeback.)