Scared Bunny

You know, I was going to write something about how I have let my past make me a person who lets fear cause him to react in stupid ways and sometimes be an asshole. But, the fact is, the only person that matters to knows about it and is willing to keep on loving me while I try to get my shit together. Once again she reminded me how lucky I am to have her, and how unworthy I am of her.

So instead I am going to write her what she really wants to read: More Sister Grim.

Sister Grim was not going to let the fact that her sister, her other sister and her sister’s ex (whom she had accused of molesting her) would not give her money to once again fly west to where the sun sets, and to house and feed her and her children. Such selfish behavior by those who had essentially taken care of her for most of the last 8 years was not going to stop her from living her life. She also was not about to accept her mother’s offer of temporary housing in, of all things, a hotel. Such meager accommodations were beneath her, and would be far too uncomfortable.

What she knew, that everyone else didn’t, was that there were lots of people who knew her and her family right there in the east, where the sun rose. Surely they would be willing to take in a mother and her children. It would be best to find someone who she had never lived with, and who hadn’t spoken to her family recently. It would also be a good idea to avoid those who might have religious objections to having children out of wedlock, sleeping with your sisters’ husbands, use of various herbs and powders and a general lack of desire to do anything remotely resembling work.

It seems that she knew just the person. Her mother, who had on many occasions lived in the east, where the sun rose, had managed a local mercantile. In this position she had an employee that Sister Grim was fairly certain would be able to help. Most importantly she met all of the criteria. She called The Wick Witch.

The Wick Witch didn’t have all those religious hang-ups with out of wedlock sex. Heck, even though she was married, she had a boyfriend. Her husband didn’t even have a problem her having a boyfriend, as long as she taped it so he could watch. She was also fond of herbs, although nobody knew her views on powders. She had once been gainfully employed, but had retired to become a “candle maker”, which didn’t seem like real work. Finally, not only had she never housed Sister Grim or her children, she hadn’t even spoken to the rest of the family for years.

So Sister Grim was invited to live at the home of The Wick Witch. Fortunately she and her husband had a spare room. This arrangement had other benefits as well. By staying in the east, where the sun rises, Sister Grim was able to attempt to rekindle her love with Uncle Daddy. While his parents opposed their budding romance, and hated the fact it had spawned a child, if she were to live somewhere else perhaps they would eventually come around. And maybe Uncle Daddy would get a job, a place to live and take care of her and the children.

So Sister Grim informed her less than helpful family members that she would be living with The Wick Witch. They were a little surprised since they knew of the odd behavior of The Wick Witch, her husband and her boyfriend. They weren’t sure this was the appropriate setting for raising children. Of course it was better than a shelter. And they were happy that she wasn’t going to be living with any of them, or their exes for that matter. And while they discouraged her from trying to reconcile with Uncle Daddy, she felt they had lost all right to advise her when they refused to support her.

Then again, it’s not like she listened to them anyway.