Not Much To Tell You

I haven't much to tell you, Ms J. It's been peaceful here lately.

Meagan continues to behave like a good daughter and I'm proud of her. She's still madly in Love with young Master RJ and looking forward to a long weekend with him starting late Thursday afternoon. I can't help but think that she may be keeping him from doing the things he needs to do - finding employment, enrolling in an education programme, or replacing his lost identification papers - but oh well. It's his Life, isn't it? He's not worried, so neither shall I.

I'm feeling the financial strain of keeping another person. I love my daughter, Ms J, but it costs money to feed and clothe her. I hadn't considered it until recently. And I've been ill for about five days and off work, so that'll cost as well. Yes, we have weekly indemnity benefits (sick pay) but we have to visit the doctor and get him to fill out forms and submit copies here and there and then wait two weeks and ... Well, you get the picture.

Anyway, my point is this: I cannot go on living on credit when my bank account won't support me. I think I'll suggest (in a gentle kind of way, of course) that Meagan get a job. It would probably conflict eventually with her visits with RJ, but I'd let her discover that on her own. Another option is to contact the child support people and arrange to stop paying support to you-know-who. Six hundred dollars a month would help a lot here.

I'll let you know how things turn out.

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