June 1st, 2003


(no subject)

Another day and another kitten has died. Rosa has left with her son for our desert house. I called our lawyer. I called the secretary, and then stupidly I tried to reach out to my aunt who rebutted everything I said and took the opportunity to vent all her upset and jealousy with me at me. "I don't believe it," she said over and over to everything I told her. It was like talking to my Mom. Then she told me that I would do a lot more for my Mother if I would get rid of my cats and not spend any money for a month. I am so fucking sick of all of this.