Film · Pine Rest 2017

Day Seventeen at Pine Rest. Or, oh my fucking god. Or, watch the last step; it’s a doozie.

Wednesday, March 1, 2017
Grand Rapids, Michigan

  • Days left: 1
  • Marital status: Mushroom cloud; also, never get married.
  • Individual status: Cleo-fucking-patra

Author’s note RE: the order in which you read through this blog:  I mean, you could go Day one through Day fourteen and have an interesting story. But, if you were to read these posts as written (as I would), then you’d get a much more interesting story. Eh, do what you want. I ain’t yo mama.

Morning 

8:15-9:00 a.m.

Court appearance via teleconference software. I was represented by a local Ann Arbor attorney. Ben tried to talk to him after our court date, but he was told that Ben the husband/petitioner is on the other side. You know, the prosecution.

I was surrounded by two dumb men that morning. You know the first; but the second might be a surprise depending on the order in which you’ve been reading these blog posts. Jack the psychiatrist has a lot to learn about women.

Evening 

From my journal:

Chicky left today, I’ll miss her so much and for so long. xoxo

Saw Ben at [the] court appointment. Still hate him–fucking Judas.

Saw Kevin [the mental patient] a few times. So crazy. So hot.

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