Emili hadn't wanted to let her stay, but it was with us or on the street. I had put in my own two cents that we should let her stay with us. She cou...d pay us rent (discounted of course) to help on our bills and save up for a car and her own place. Six months later, she had had two jobs with two walkouts (or firings, I couldn't pin down the real story) and two months of being unemployed. Between tax returns and stimulus checks and the grace of God (read: Emili and I paying for her groceries. Wouldn't be surprised if he shit himself. Gail rolled her window down about two inches. I called her a worthless cunt, a cheating bitch, whore, slut and anything else I could think of."I showed her the cruise tickets and she started to cry. I told her it was too late, she had made her choice. Then I pointed at the asshole she was with. I really wanted to kick his ass but neither one of them was worth going to jail over. I did tell him if I ever saw him alone that I would beat the living shit. They were told they would never have kids."We were sitting on the porch eating slabs of ham in the evening dusk. Kristy and I had pulled the distinct blue Ichiban plastic bags filled with our clothes and left them in the living room. The duffel remained in the trunk. Ichiban clothes was better quality than Walmart and Kristy looked better in Japanese fashion anyway. We still looked like trailer trash carrying our life around in plastic bags though.Angela was willing to talk after the initial. M*mmy backstory:Ant lost his mother to an overdose months before we started dating. He didn't have a great relationship with his family and I was really the only one who was there for him. I was the one who filled the void from the loss of his mother. In a way, I mothered him. The first time we had sex, he came in 20 seconds (no exaggeration) and not only did I teach him things in the bedroom, but I just helped him see what was right from wrong. He was also very possessive over me.One day I was.