The show must stop

Autumn breezes whip around the property in fat gusts and rustle the gum trees making them sound like falling rain. My little kitten is curled up beside me -- I can't believe how fond of him I have become -- a hot coffee and gorgeous soft sunshine filtering into my room.

I re read the vitriolic confusion of the past few days and wonder why it is I allow it to get to such a stage of helplessness, part of me is unable to tolerate any longer the massive deceit that surrounds my life, and there is not one wit I can do about it.

As a point of interest, true to form, she has been sobbing and crying to CG, asking if she has done anything to upset me? I have seen this game too many times to take it seriously and I'm afraid, neither does CG. The whole game, the facade, has come to an end.

I don't want the Herpes, or the headaches or the intestinal problems or the unhappiness that comes from living with distrust. She's on her own.
That's pretty much what it boils down to. And she is totally aware, just between me and her, what this has been all about. Manipulation. The last act of the play has come to an end and she will be left with the results of her actions, I graciously withdraw, and I doubt that any of this will touch her heart, nothing does, it's just all play acting, maneuvers and strategies to get her agenda met.

I have been played like a fool. Charging down here with the best of intent, really believing she was over all her antics, that in her old age she would have softened somehow in there. I was very wrong, and have taxed both CG and myself so unnecessarily, for a creature who just needed something to control -- after all Papa was no longer here, and she needed an audience for her antics. Sorry.